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Luck of the Irish

I have never had a hangover in my life, and apparently that’s genetic, but if you’re choosing to drink green beer tonight (and if you are, I hate you), maybe watch this first.

Godspeed.

Happy Hour: Founder’s Red Rye Pale Ale

I just have to get to tomorrow and then I’m on vacation. That’s what I told myself when I sat down to lunch today and ordered a gouda/havarti/pepperjack grilled cheese and this little wonder:

70 IBUs of salvation.

70 IBUs of salvation.

Are you into Founders? Because you should be. I’ve only ever had their pale ales, and I don’t really need to know anything else about their ish.
The Red Rye Pale Ale is everything an IPA lover should theoretically love- really bitter, citrusy hops, a little bit of caramel, and a good, creamy mouthfeel (oh, gross. Sorry I said that.). I can’t really explain this, but it felt almost healthy to drink it; maybe it’s the herbal quality the hops have? Either way, I’m going to chalk it up to health food.
And it goes great with grilled cheese sandwiches, so it’s a perfect match for today. I feel better already.

So are you into Founders? IPAs? Are you pissed because you thought this was going to be another post about wine and you really don’t “do beer”? (If the answer to that last one is “yes”, next week is going to be hard on you.)

Happy Hour: Rowan’s Creek bourbon

Fun fact: I got my master’s degree in bourbon. That is both a true fact (diploma currently at frame shop) and a useful one. It also means that you must, at all times, take my word on bourbon. I’m going to talk a little trash for a sec. Is your favorite bourbon Maker’s Mark or Woodford Reserve? That’s nice. To quote Macklemore, I call that getting tricked by a business. Maker’s and Woodford have their places and are both quality products, but you’re paying for their marketing. They’re young bourbons, aged just a couple years, and you’re paying a premium price. You could be drinking a 12 year for less than half the price. Also, “small batch” is a completely meaningless label. I could throw a “small batch” label on a bottle of Kentucky Tavern and no one could say a damn word about it.

Okay, I’m off the soapbox. I really do believe the best bourbon is the one you like the best, but it makes me cuh-ray-zee when people won’t try something new because they’re sure a four-year-old bourbon with a certain label is better than…say this one:

Please ignore the Comic Sans label and trust me.

So this is Rowan’s Creek. It runs you about $35 a bottle and has distribution in most states. It’s a 12 year, and is a Kentucky Bourbon Distillers product. A fun fact about Rowan’s Creek is that it takes its name from Judge Rowan’s farm, the very farm that Stephen Foster‘s My Old Kentucky Home is allegedly about.

ANYWAY, now for the stuff you care about! One of my buddies described it as “velvety” (this may or may not be the same guy from last week, to remain anonymous), but I would lead with maybe…fragrant? Odoriferous, to me, connotes that it smells unpleasant, but it really is one of the nicest-and-strongest smelling bourbons on the market. You get a ton of fruit and spice in every sip, and the flavor lingers with you for quite some time. It’s a medium-bodied bourbon for sure, so I would enjoy it before dinner, not after. After dinner, you’ll be a little wine-drunk and maybe considering pie, so this is not for then. You want to taste all the pears and honey and lemons, plus the usual leather/oak/vanilla stuff you usually get.

Give it a shot! There’s a greater-that-fifty-percent chance that you can purchase this fine, fine product in your state. Let me know what you think.

Happy Hour: La Cuvee Blanc by Georges Deboeuf

This week really kicked me hard in the shins. You too? No? Just me? Okay, I’ll drink the drinks by myself.

Each week from here until eternity, I’ll pick a wine, beer, or bourbon that’s both affordable and fun and tell you about it. This week, it’s the simply named La Cuvee Blanc by Georges Deboeuf. Don’t let the fancy French name scare you off- a magnum of this stuff goes for $12 at The Wine Market (seriously, that is its name).

I just wandered on in there and was like, “I’m taking this to my friend‘s place tonight and she likes sweet wine and I really don’t and there’s this other lady but I don’t know her, so ummm…” and the winetender just walked right over to this bottle and was all, “GIRL THIS. You want a taste or what?” I think we all know what happened next.

Anyway, Georges Deboeuf is, I think, more or less the Yellow Tail of France, and you know what? I am good with that because this stuff is tasty. It’s got a nice citrusy nose, a leeeetle bit of anise (which can be divisive, yes, but just go with me on this), and some minerality (which is a dorky wine way of saying “tastes like not fruit or flowers but in a nice way”) to round everything out.

I’m planning on making this tried-and-true chicken-with-sauce, then showing up to their house and yelling, “THE PARTY IS HERE.” Finally, as a special treat, I will gobble all of both. This sounds like a perfect Friday to me. Anyone else want to come?