OK...so last time I said I was going to review The Bruery's White Oak, but then this happened -
For the last few years, a bunch of us have been getting together at a friend’s place to watch the draft - and by watch, I mean drink microbrews and over analyze the crap out of it, with a kind maniacal vacuousness that strips the soul of its very worth.
Sometimes we like the picks our teams make, and unleash a torrent of melodramatic, unctuous praise without any notion of rational restraint.
Sometimes we don’t like the picks, but have to pretend we do to avoid the wrath of our comrades – a shallow and necessary truth of the destitute.
Either way, we have fun.
This time around, our host, he shall be called Michael because that’s actually his name, came up with a contest. Whoever could get the most 1st round pick correctly, could choose from a list of prizes. Now, most people would assume the prizes to be things like NFL gear, or beer. Maybe a puppy (just kidding, but that would be cool).
Not Michael. Michael doesn’t do things normally. Michael refers to himself as Michael a lot, especially after a few beers.
Here’s what Michael came up with:
A spare set of Japanese Sai’s (because, you know, most people have a spare set), a piece of Egypt’s Great Pyramid that may or may not be cursed and a scary-ass nightmare mask that kind of looked Polynesian. That’s how Michael rolls.
Another contest he came up with was to give a prize to whoever brought over “the best” Craft Beer. “The best” could be anything. Best tasting. Best label. Best name. Whatever Michael thinks.
This is in my wheelhouse. I love Michael and I love Craft Beer. No effing way I lose this one. I wasn’t quite sure how, but I was going to win. My brother and I shoved off to the beer store to see what we could find. Stone’s Arrogant Bastard? Too predictable. Something fine like Lost Abbey’s Judgement Day? Good, but too pretentious. Then I saw it.
Santa Fe’s Chicken Killer Barley wine. Perfect! Great label, entertaining name and most likely a great craft beer AND a back story, as Michael and I both played the game Fable 2 (or 3?), where you could walk around and kick chickens if you so chose. Become a Chicken Killer.
Thanks to Michael, his wife and daughter for having us over and tolerating our BS. Had a great time, and look forward to next year’s fiasco – On with the review!
Santa Fe Co, Chicken Killer Barley wine
Drank this in a huge Goblet, because that’s what Michael gave me. This Barley wine pours a beautiful, bright amber color, with a good strong head that dissipates rather slowly. Very sweet, caramely nose to it, framed by a solid hop presence.
Perfectly balanced flavor here - very malt forward which was awesome, but not too hoppy which was really refreshing. I am not a fan of most Barley wines for this reason, so it was really cool to taste this Santa Fe product. Well done. Definitely a presence of alcohol at 10%, but not a problem. Very sippable, and I’ll be having this Craft again.