Entries Tagged as 'Commentary'

Stuff.

You know, it strikes me that these folks are about to pass Hartranft-Maida in the churning-out-a-new-bar-every-few-months game. That’s impressive, but in this celebrity-focused world the former will surely maintain the top spot in public adoration once my movie script, Three Bars & a Baby, gets green-lighted. All we’re waiting for is Johnny Depp to agree to shave his head to play one of the leads (no, not the baby) and the money will come rolling in.

If you call yourself  a fan of Tröegs beers and a dog lover and you have not yet hauled your sorry ass over to Wayne to participate in this event, I really have to doubt your sincerity. And if you’re not one or both of those things, what are you doing here anyhow?

In the latest issue of Malt Advocate, fine Canadian gentleman Stephen Beaumont speaks the truth that has to have them squirming at Brewers Association headquarters in Denver: Boston Beer Company will cease to be a “craft” brewer this year because it has had the temerity to be so successful that it will pass the arbitrary BA limit of 2 million barrels produced. The nerve! As Stephen notes, the end result of this will be that the end-of-year figures for crafts, after a decade of steady increases, will likely be down around 15%. It will be fascinating to see how this is dealt with.

Staying with the Dead Tree Press, an article by H. Lee Murphy in the current issue of Market Watch , looks at how the immense creativity of and the multiple styles produced by craft brewers is creating a real issue in the world of wholesalers and retailers—too many brands.  Many are cutting down on carrying every variation of Bud or Miller which exists in terms of packaging, which is a good and sane thing, but that’s a mere bucketful of water being removed from a  major flood. As an example, Murphy notes that Dogfish Head has 71 styles listed on its website and is, quite logically, trying to get more of then stocked on retail shelves (they’re even big enough and important enough now to push for eye-level position in retail coolers. The number is misleading, of course, since a majority of those listed styles are not packaged and many available only at the Rehoboth brewpub, but the basic issue is a real one. Major craft brewers are pushing to get more and more of their beers on the shelves and the vocal good beer communities are demanding that they be there. But just how many SKUs can beer stores maintain and handle?

Here’s something that seems to have generally slipped under the radar, or at least my radar. Japan’s All Nippon Airways started serving draft beer on domestic flights last July 20. They worked with Hoshizaki Electric to develop a beer dispenser made especially for in-flight use. Now, if somebody can come up with an acceptable means and reason to serve beer to the folks in line at airport security gates, flying might actually be an appealing way to travel again instead of a depressing chore.



Of cider and The Pint Man.

The cider I choose to drink today while I stayed home to read a book is Aspall Cuvée Chevalier, “a double-fermented English Cyder,” which was sent to me back in December by fine human being Alan Shapiro of SBS-Imports.

The book I stayed home to read is The Pint Man, a novel by Steve Rishin. Just over a month ago, associate marketing manager Jillian Wohlfarth of the Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group (Whoa! Doubleday and Random House are now one? When did that happen?) emailed me the following:

As a fellow beer enthusiast, I want to draw your attention to former Sports Illustrated columnist, Steve Rushin’s new novel THE PINT MAN. Steve’s writing about drinking, cracking jokes, and the one-of-a kind relationship only a man can have with his favorite bar will satisfy you as only a freshly poured pint can. It’s a witty, funny, and endearing novel about never-ending adolescence and the glories of Guinness. A great read for all those who enjoy a good brew.

Now who could ignore a pitch like that?

I’ll let you know in more detail what I think about both of them later this week when I know what I think about both of them in more detail.

An 11% abv cider consumed in the afternoon sun do impact a man’s typing skills.

But the advance word is good.



Here’s a change we could believe in.

If this comes to pass, that whole Johnstown Flood tax thing would be a little more palatable.



Whodunnit?

Lost in all the understandable rage and inchoate scrambling about in the wake of the PLCB fiasco is the question at the heart of the entire mess: who was the one anonymous complainant?

Seems to me the PLCB folks are trying to send out a message, noting a few times this week that “most of our complaints come from other licensees.” If that’s true in this instance, here’s the next question:

Do we really want to know?

Think about it.



Another voice heard from. But will anything good really happen?

Aside from the Don Russell co-authored stories in the Philly Daily News, today’s column by Inquirer food columnist Rick Nichols appears to be among the most “mainstream” of print coverage so far and adds to the heat and spotlight being put on the PLCB for its recent insanity. That’s good.

However, agnostic that I am, I still believe nothing much good will come out of this, and the only real changes will be in the mindsets of publicans and wholesalers, especially the latter. I’ve made the point several times and several places  that the embrace of crafts by major wholesalers has been a real benefit to growth and acceptance.Most of us didn’t see that coming.

The thing is, when the Brewers Association/National Beer Wholesalers Association “2009 Craft Beer Wholesaler of the Year’ (Origlio) is targeted, the timid will grow more so.

In short, as I write in an op-ed piece which will run in the next Mid-Atlantic Brewing News (end of the month, early April), we have heard this song before. Not with such volume and with so large a chorus, admittedly, but the entrenched who benefit from the current setup are very entrenched and very powerful. What appears to be a great groundswell from our perspectives is but a hiccup in their eyes.

I join you in hoping that I’m wrong.



Beyond comprehension, maybe beyond salvation. [UPDATE]

Update: I refer you to Andy Crouch’s question and commentary below and my answer to same.

I never saw this coming, not for a minute.

It surpasseth all understanding that even the most inept bureaucrat would escalate a stupid decision into an everybody-loses vendetta.

Arrogance. It’s the greatest human failing.

This is going to end terribly, no matter how it ends.

And not just for the PLCB. Maybe not for the PLCB at all, comes to that, depending on how the pols decide to roll with it.

But, no matter what transpires going forward, the Philly beer scene is going to suffer.

Frightened big corporate wholesalers. Timid bar owners. Brewers who can sell all the beers they can make anywhere wondering if it’s worth the effort/risk to send them here. Psychotic snoops eager to turn anybody or everybody in.

Absent a complete overhaul of the system, such is what lies ahead.

And a complete overhaul is not going to happen or, very best case scenario, it will take months and years of legal and political haggling.

I have seen the future and it makes me long for the past.

And I wonder how the jackass who started this ball rolling feels tonight.



Energy.

We’ve had an amazing amount of it here with regard to the PLCB raids. This site has had input in the Comments section from some of the area’s top publicans and brewers, we have a running exchange with Leigh Maida, we’ve had the only input from Philadelphia Brewing Company to refute whatever it is that an apparently false “Kenzo” was trying  to say.

I’m pleased about that—how could I not be?—but I’m also feeling a little squeamish about saying it.

Make no mistake about it, local bloggers are eating this up, more hits, more visits, more everything. This is not totally weird. You think TV talking head and newspapers reporters don’t get a thrill when there’s a mass tragedy or really kinky story breaking, that TV weather gals and guys don’t get just a tad sweaty when there’s a major storm on the way or in the house?  Everybody wants to be first, everybody wants to be biggest, never mind that there are people being hurt by what’s happening, income being lost, lives changed.

As I noted a day or two back, I’m knee-deep in a major writing project, so it’s been all I can do to keep up with this story and administer the Comments area. Earlier this evening, I finally got to look around the internet to see where and how it was playing elsewhere. I visited one site where a very well know beer writer had pretty much gotten it all wrong and had been corrected b y a long response from a local blogger, then the site of another very well know writer where the first writer was correcting him for what he’d gotten wrong. And I was about to jump in at both locations and….what?…put up a post that would link back to my site and drive up traffic some more? What’s the point of that?

But, make no mistake again, I’ve done that sort of thing in the past.

The point (and we did have some doubts I was going to get here, didn’t we?) is that we should not allow this energy to slowly dissipate like the interest in last week’s Gotta Have It, Most Important Beer in the World crush.

Perhaps we few—we “select few” in the words of another commenter expressing his guesstimate  of the minuscule number of people who travel to these climes (and, make no mistake about it third and last, to a blogger that’s about as painful as slap upside the head)—might think about finding a way to put it to productive use.

The well-traveled Tom Peters suggests that we might do so by expanding our custom at Memphis/Local 44/Resurrection and that’s a fine idea; maybe we could also organize a regular–monthly, quarterly, even annual—gathering at all three locations as a display of our ongoing disdain for the sort of incompetent foolishness we witnessed last week.

Ms. Leigh herself has spoken, in a comment on this other post,  of some sort of personalized lobbying effort, while expressing doubts that such might be effective. Well, how about we made that an ongoing information project, regularly checking the registered beer lists for errors, to send to legislators or the PLCB itself to try and make the facts…facts?

Those are simplistic concepts just off the top of my head (and, yes, the second seems to accept the system as it now exists to a degree that I am unhappy with), and I won’t have a lot of time to go much deeper for a while yet. Knee-deep, remember? I’m hoping some of you might offer other, better ideas in response to this post.

We have rehashed the current situation over and over now.  Let’s move on and look for constructive ways to put all that energy to work.



Fallout.

Press release just received:

Due to a delay in the registration paperwork for Exit 16 in Pennsylvania, and in light of what happened last week with the PLCB, Flying Fish has decided to reschedule the launch of Exit 16 tonight at McGillin’s.

We have only just begun.



Send in the clowns.

You may have heard that the Olympic Gold Medal-winning Canadian Women’s Hockey Team was forced to apologize for having the temerity to celebrate their victory with beer and cigars, well after the game and medal ceremonies, in any empty ice rink.

The worse thing about the Olympics every time they take place continues to be the sanctimonious officials who run things. In this instance, add hypocrisy to their sins, as Marcus Hayes of the Philadelphia Daily News recounts here. And Canadian Bruce Arthur take his shot here. Plus Philly Inquirer writer Phil Sheridan blogs about it here, with photos.

I hate this kind of crap. In solidarity, then, Mr. Beaumont, I gratefully accept your nomination for honourary membership, even though you Canadians can’t spell and I got the wrong body parts.



Intercourse Blue Ball Porter.

I’ll say this for Nicole Courides, owner of Intercourse Brewing Company: she’s got guts and she sticks to her guns.

When Intercourse came on the scene several months ago, they sent me a selection of their three beers—Bareville Pilsner, Paradise Pale Ale, Mount Joy Light—and I was not very kind to them. Fair, yes, which meant not being kind. More to the point, I expressed my distaste for the whole concept, the smarminess of the names, beginning with corporate name itself (all explained away because they are all names of places in Pennsylvania Dutch country). It was clear this was a marketing gimmick pure and simple and the nomenclature was the only argument for buying the brand.

This year, they’ve introduced Blue Ball Porter and she wrote again, asking if I would accept a sample. My response was, essentially, that of course I would, but she should recall my first review and consider whether she still wanted to do that. Well, sure enough, a bottle arrived in the mail a week or two later, with a long cover letter, from which I quote a few sections pertinent to my comments to follow:

Whether the words convey an positive or less favorable opinion, you language is honest. And for this reason, we greatly value your writing…

We are determined to release (ounce by ounce) more interesting styles…Our current brands appeal to the typical light beer drink. Yet for our fourth style, we stand behind a product that we hope will encourage the movement towards a less charted territory—for ourselves as well as many of our customers…

We are six months into our second year, and are constantly meeting new people, gaining fresh perspectives, yet above all, learning.

Well, you know what? Blue Ball Porter is heads and shoulders above those first beers. Still nothing to send a craft beer fan out the door in desperate search mode, but it’s a decent enough mainstream porter (all Intercourse beers are brewed at The Lion, by the way). In her letter, she says this about it….

What sets [the beer] apart from most is the slight lambic-feel detected in both flavor and aroma through the use of blueberries, but balanced by the roasted smokiness of the malt.

…and that’s just—how do you kids put it today?—whack. I got none of that…nor, to be honest, would I have wanted to. Very weird.

Anyway, one small step forward from the unfortunately named enterprise is a good thing, I’d say.