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The weather outside is frightful, but the beers inside are so delightful! Having a hard time finding the perfect gift for the female beer lover in your family or friends? Check out our 100 Craft Beer Gift Ideas Under $100 for the beer enthusiast in your life.
The weather outside is frightful, but the beers inside are so delightful. Having a hard time finding the perfect gift for the male beer lover in your family or friends? Check out our 100 Craft Beer Gift Ideas Under $100 for the beer enthusiast in your life.
There’s nothing like a holiday party with good music, great company and fabulous beer.
On an oddly warm and sunny early December Georgia weekend, Three Taverns Craft Beers in Decatur put on a holiday party to warmly welcome the release of its bourbon barrel aged Feest Noel, a highlight of the season for Georgia beer lovers.
The holidays can be a hectic time of year with such high volumes of eating, shopping, and forced family time making it exceptionally easy to miss these special, and in many cases extremely limited holiday brews. As such, we’d like to recommend a few must-try holiday beers from around the country. Whether you like malt-bombs, spices, hops, or even fruit, we’ve got you covered. Just don’t play any more of that damned Christmas music.
It’s December 24 and after a month of delaying, you’re still trying to figure who the heck who it is you pulled from the Secret Santa bag for your family party. Jeremy? Did someone have a kid and you didn’t notice? Is he a long last cousin that’s been living Potter-style under the stairs all these years? Whose aunt is Aunt Kathy cause you’re pretty sure she isn’t yours.
My family party this year is at a record low of 29 people this year, but with a family that big there’s no way you can know enough about everyone to get them a perfect gift. In an effort to make sure that poor Jeremy doesn’t end up with the re-gifted candle for Christmas, below I’m giving you six beers for the family party members you don’t know well.
It’s so frustrating when you are lying in bed, exhausted, yet cannot fall asleep. This past Monday was a long day and I had been yawning non-stop but when my head hit the soft, fluffy pillow, I was wide awake. This was not a situation where I was tired but could not fully fall asleep; I felt ready to get up and get some work done but I knew I would be hurting the next day.
With each passing holiday, it seems more and more like American consumerism knows no bounds. Every superstore begins their holiday-hyping months in advance, and the majority of American consumers spend exuberant amounts of cash fulfilling every advertised need. From thousands of Christmas lights perfectly choreographed, to beating your neighbors bloody for the last honey-glazed ham, it would seem Americans love spending money on holidays almost as much as businesses love exploiting them. The mere opportunity of Black Friday deals turn regular people into riotous mobs, with incidents of trampling becoming commonplace each year. But it was in a similar moment of impassioned consumerism when Frank Costanza, after raining blows upon a rival buyer, realized there had to be another way. Soon after, Festivus was born. “Festivus for the rest of us!”
When I was a kid, I was a Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer man. I watched—and loved—all the schmaltzy Christmas specials—your Charlie Browns, your Garfields, your Frosty the Snowmans—hell, I watched Nestor the Long-Eared Christmas Donkey once, and didn’t even kill myself after—but Rudolph was my favorite. I bet there’s an Angelfire website that would tell me what that says about me as a person.
ABV 8.5% IBU 23 SRM 30
Chances are unless you have been to Germany you might not have had a traditional Weihnachts Bier. Pronounce veye-nuchts-beer, the name comes from the German word for Christmas, Weihnachten. This beer is traditionally seen during the advent, or 4 weeks before Christmas in Germany and is gaining popularity in the US. The huge malt bill creates a high ABV, great for warming up on those cold winter nights.
There’s a fellow I run into pretty predictably in a bar around here. His name’s Charlie. Charles, actually, but people call him Charlie because he hates it and, upon …