Disregarding the truly tasteless joke that is this post’s title, I’ve had a really rough week. Lots of work, more management than I care to do, and what seems like an endless stream of deadlines, deliverables and details. In essence, I picked the wrong week to quit drinking.
So what did I do? I upped the ante and increased my alcoholic intake three-fold. Tonight’s libation: Saranac beer.
I’ve been meaning to blog about the lovely assortment of Saranac beers I got for Christmas for some time now. Almost five months! My great in-laws, Marty and Dottie, were kind enough to feed my beer jones and provide with some of upstate New York’s finest potables. Two 12-packs featuring a fine assortment of this regional beer. I’m a lucky guy.
1) Chocolate Amber – a good, malty lager in the tradition of a Bock or Maibock
2) Mocha Stout – almost like a Milk Stout. Very raisin-y and wine-y
3) Black & Tan – third on the list, but not in my hear. Very drinkable.
That’s about it. I got some good beer in my gullet tonight. And now you know. Knowing, per G.I. Joe, being half the battle.