Real beer gardens, as I've learned since arriving in Munich, bring together people from all walks of life to sit at long tables, eat pretzels and quaff ale from steins the size of Delaware.
Father's Day is just around the corner and if you're still looking for the perfect gift we're here to help. Because why buy him another tie when you can help him tie one on instead?
Have you ever seen beer served directly from a spigot in the side of a metal container propped up on a table? If so, then you may have already encountered cask conditioned beer.
There are evidently fewer pubs than there used to be, but we always managed to fill our quota: a half pint of cask ale for every couple of churches.
When it comes to the idealization of weddings and brides, we can all benefit from loosening up and laughing at ourselves.
Thirty years ago, the concept of a craft-beer power ranking system was inconceivable. Back then, there were only a handful of breweries pumping out suds that deviated from the watery-lager norm.
I'm still hungry for the community faith can provide when its not busy judging others. I want to share that good news. And Wild Goose Festival is the place I've discovered that shares that vision.
We've chatted with some of our bartender friends and rounded up ten obnoxious behaviors that come out at drinkin' time.
I don't like the idea that -- despite how the roles of women have changed -- a bride is assumed to fall in line with antiquated constraints on her wedding day. She might not be a virgin, but for the wedding she needs to appear chaste.
Re-watching The Bad News Bears, I was reminded of my tomboy roots, my need for adventure and laughter, and the importance of doing things with authenticity and humor.
Before Election Day, ask yourselves this: Is Mitt Romney really the kind of dude you'd want peering over your shoulder while you stand in front of your Weber wondering why the burgers are sticking to the grill again?
Spending even just a couple of minutes watching the bartending wizards behind today's best cocktail dens is enough to make any aspiring home bartender feel a little inadequate.
This festival was set up to encourage relaxed enjoyment of beer as opposed to rapid consumption.
I, for one, always felt smarter when I was drinking. I felt fatter, sweatier and smellier, as well, but that's not really the point. I wasn't drinking to make myself more attractive. I was drinking to make the rest of you more attractive.
Like any evangelism, spreading the gospel of craft beer takes a delicate hand, open ears and an inclusive spirit. Let's spread the good word.
While we don't foresee beer prices ever getting any cheaper at ballparks, stadiums have smartened up to craft beer.
