So, now that that's out of the way, let's get to the heart of the matter: not riding 53 miles since my arrival on a borrowed Fuji, not my wearing a tie and blue blazer today, not the fact that I still don't have a female doc to watch the women pee in the cup tomorrow—no, this one is about beer culture.
I told you to switch channels if you can't hack it!
Had I known that it was Philly Beer Week, well, I would have done something. Not sure what, but something. As is, I had to be content with Triumph Brewing Company's fine Bengal Gold IPA, which I imbibed last night while listening to some fine live music. Now, if those lads could only find a way to pour a damn "pint" (which, as those who know me, is just a bleating lie when they sell you a 12-oz. glass of brewskie as a "pint" just because all those idiots out there have no idea that a pint is 16 fluid ounces! I know that Kai will back me up on this.) without an inch of foam. Gees! And once again, Kai will gladly back me up on the foam thing, too.
|Live music at Triumph Brewing|
So, here I stumble (mind you, at dinner with the commissaires, I had sampled the Yards' IPA, twice) happily along when I see this hole-in-the wall pub, the Khyber Pass Pub. Make a long story short, the beer list (a.k.a., the menu) was simply amazing. I kid you not: 22 (yes, that's twenty-two) unbelievable beers on tap, three of them straight from the cask. OMG! I also need to mention that my spirits spiraled down a notch when I was told that all IPAs (four of them) had been emptied last night, thanks to the crowds of the Beer Fest. Shucks. I sampled, in order, first the Yards ESA (really an ESB, but they call it an Extra Special Ale, not Bitter) straight off the cask. Talk about smooth. Before I decided on the next one, the bar-tender (holy Moses, he knew his beers!) gave me three tasters, after which I decided on the ever-so-lovely Belgian De Struise's Outback, served in a snifter. I thought I was done for the evening, but then I just had to have one more. It was the Ballast Point (San Diego) Sea Monster, an American Imperial Stout for which—I swear!—you have to have a knife and fork to muscle through. It was served in a tulip glass, letting all those aromas develop while my palate was going to pot. Don't talk to me about the superiority of wine: This stuff was heavenly.
|A snifter of De Struise's Outback and the beer menu, page 1|
Tomorrow is the race, and pee control. Today there was some race stuff, too, but this post was about beer culture. They have it here, in Philly. Triple Js in Lubbock does not, I repeat, NOT.