Reviews of beers from around Florida.
Treatments are odd things.
Usually, you’ll see a treatment be a lighter beer that was infused with some sort of a fruit adjunct, or a darker beer that was aged in some sort of a liquor barrel for 6 months up to a year.
Rarely do the two meet, and rarely do I see them stray from their traditional treatment upgrades. Well, Barrel of Monks in Boca surprised me a little.
I had intended this article to talk about grapes, but instead it looks like we are talking about Disney.
I recently opened my bottle of Mr. Tom’s Muscadine Saison, one of the gorgeous Farmhouse options that come from Hourglass Brewing in Longwood. I am a big fan of the muscadine grape, as it’s pretty much the only grape that will grow in the state of Florida. If you’ve ever had wine from San Sebastian or its sister winery Lakeridge in Clermont, those are predominantly Muscadine.
I have an almost unhealthy love for the old-time tourism postcards that flooded the United States in the early 1900’s. You know the kind, the ones that say “Greetings From” and then have the name of the city or state along with images in each letter?
I love those. And I have to give a big shout out to Central 28 for their newest can release of Sunshine Greetings (Pale Wheat Ale, 4.7% ABV, 10 IBU), taking this iconography and building a gorgeous can and fantastic beer around it.
It’s something I haven’t really mentioned a lot, especially since I’m not too terribly versed in it, but yes, Florida is pretty much the birthplace of NASCAR.
If you’ve never seen Daytona International Speedway up close, the size of it is just staggering. It’s monumental in a way that I’ve only seen in some statues in Asia dedicated to Genghis Khan. The funiest thing of all is that there is a full-size Cracker Barrel sitting in the middle of the parking lot, and around it is not so much parking and parking garages and transportation, but your standard everyday suburban sprawl.
Crazy Uncle Mike’s in Boca Raton is, for lack of a better term, a lot. The space has been around since the seventies, I believe, with a rotating list of restaurants that had the same theme, same menu, and ultimately shared the same fate.
I may have said this more than once over the past couple of weeks, but I’ve been on a big Kolsch kick recently.
I hadn’t really seen the style all that much, especially when I was starting off beer blogging. If you wanted something light and crisp, you either went for a Pilsner and had to settle for whatever hops they decided to throw in, or you went for a blond ale and sort of hoped that the brewer was gentle.
There is legitimately nothing more that frosts my cookies than when you say hey to someone, and they come back with the incredibly uninventive response of “Hay is for horses.”It’s just so cliché.
Sebastian Ortiz is not a name known to many people.
He was a South Florida teenager, born to his parents Oscar and Rose, on his mother’s birthday. 15 years into his life, Sebastian was diagnosed with rhabdomyosarcoma, a particularly aggressive form of cancer.
And while there were many treatments and many attempts of chemotherapy, Sebastian left this world at the age of 17. That led his father Oscar into a bewildering look into the very sparse nature of research and understanding of children’s cancer.
