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Saturday, July 23, 2011

BC4M Bodacious Barleywine Fest 2011

After the smashing success of our inaugural BC4M Sour Fest, Fred thought it would be a great idea to come up with a second theme based night, so he had BC4M communications czar Bim threw out an invite to the first annual BC4M Bodacious Barleywine Fest. Barleywines, like a great pair of DD's are ripe with intense and bold flavors, offer delicious comfort and warmth on chilly nights and can make your tongue sore if you play with them too long. The biggest crowd in BC4M history showed up at Bim's to partake in a night that in the immortal words of Dodgeball's Cotton McKnight, would "separate the wheat from the chaff, the men from the boys and the awkwardly feminine from the possibly Canadien". We also had the privilege of meeting one of our followers on Twitter, an ob/gyn by the name of Dr. Harry Feltersnatch, who was promptly greeted at the door by our own playful veterinarian gynecologist Bim, playing the role of Cutter Spindel performing live as Dr. Blake Downs.
Instead of being freaked out like most people would be, Doctor F who had just gotten out of a grueling 12 hour emergency room battle to remove a half dozen ping pong balls from the "orifice" of a 43 year old Czech stripper named Mustuffa Urpoli who had somehow "accidently" fallen on them while dancing at a frat party, laughed like a crazed hyena at our own Doctor with the "healing power of laughter". Once again we also welcomed our newest member, craft beer guru The Drunken Polack, who was accompanied by his better half, an adorable delight named Bambi Malibu who spends her days as an au pair for an orphaned pair of womanizing chimps. We gathered around the dining room table since we had upwards of 16 people looking to get a taste of some of the offerings. First up was a North Coast '09 Old Stock Cellar Reserve Ale (13.16%). This one is aged in bourbon barrels and was slighty boozy with a finish that wasn't quite as smooth as the first sip but it still tasted amazing. A really good to start the night off, we looked at the bewildering assortment of beers and knew it was gonna be another typical booze-a-palooza that generally ends with most of us waking up feeling like we went 12 rounds with "Cassius Clay". Next was a gift from the good Dr. Longfinger, a Drakes Denogginator Imperial IPA (9.75%). Of course we realize that it was Barleywine night, but we love the hop bombs so we eagerly drank this luscious nectar that was full of piney aroma and hoppy goodness. "That is some good shit boys" said Snake, as Bim added, "Oh hell yes, I like this, I like this alot". We gave this one a really good as well, so we watched as the Polack then pulled out a 3 year old Alesmith Decadence (11.0%), an English style barleywine that according to Crazy Ken was, "a bit light in the loafers" since it tasted like a summer time pool beer, not an eleven percent panty peeler. Still, the taste was decent, so we rated it a good. Next was a Brooklyn Brewing Monster Ale (10.1%), which was just a complete train wreck. "This is fucking awful" said Fred, as Bim added, " I would rather drink the runoff from a piss stained lace doilie than drink another drip of this crap". Sucks was being kind to this garbage, so we moved on to a Bell's 3rd Coast Old Ale (10.2%). Decent and easy to drink, this malty loaf of love had a blast of heat for the residual alcohol that made it seem almost like downing a bottle of Everclear. Merely a good, we then cracked open a Flossmoor Station Hi-Fi Rye Barleywine (11.0%). The label claimed that this was an ale brewed with caraway seeds in the "barleywine" tradition, to give it a slightly rye bread taste. Whatever they did, this was another gem that Dr. Hockenlugees had brought from his collection and it was another really good. By this time, we were well on our way to being shithoused, so we kept the party going with an Epic Brewing Barleywine (10.1%). Nothing like a watery mess of a beer to cause you to lose your beer woody, as this one would be good if it was by itself, but alongside the heavyweights we had already tried, it was like a toothless poodle dry humping your weedeater, basically worthless. "I wouldn't mind seeing some of that action" said Bim.  A so/so at best, we then opened an Alaskan Brewing Big Nugget Barleywine (10.4%), which was a shot over the bow, as we each took a nad knocker to the chin with this boozy beast. Delicious and malty with a slight hint of caramel and toffee, there were very little hops to be found but there was a lot of sultry heat in this bitch, so we rated it a really good. Next was a Pelican Pub and Brewery Mother of all Storms (13.5%). Smelling like a sticky sweet bourbon pie, this was an amazing treat that had a perfect balance of heat and sugary goodness. "Holy fucking shit that is good" said Wilder, as we realized we had indeed tasted the newest member of the RFG club. Lagunitas Olde Gnarlywine (10.6%) was next, and it was a bit of a letdown compared to the Mother, as it tasted a bit too hoppy for a barleywine although it did have a powerful bagel like aroma. It was still decent earning a solid good. By this time, bullshit was free flowing around the table, and we got caught up listening to a heated discussion between our two Doctors as they tried to one up each other in describing objects they have found crammed inside various local vagizzles. The topper was Bim's description of the whitish substance he found inside "a smoking hot coed", that to him "looked like egg salad, so I made a sandwich out of it for lunch". That visual caused most of the remaining drunkards to toss their cookies, so after a quick cleanup on aisle 12, we opened up a Hair of the Dog Doggie Claws (11.0%). This one was "bottle conditioned" but the taste was more like "ass of the dog" according to D-Rail, to which Bim replied, "Don't knock it till you've tried it sister". So/so at best, we changed gears and pulled out a gift from Julie at our favorite bottle shop in Asheville, NC, Bruisin Ales. The Sweetwater Happy Ending 2008 (9.0%) is an Imperial Stout that still delivers even after a three year wait, much like the best rub and tug joint in town. This is one hoppy stout, full of rich chocolate flavors, rating a really good. Tyranena Brewing's Down and Dirty Chocolate Oatmeal Stout (6.3%) was another tasty sideshow in our barleywine circus, offering a Quaker oats chocolate milkshake in a glass that was a solid good. Next was a Cigar City Cubano Espresso Brown Ale (5.5%), a wake up and start the day Folger's cup of coffee that had an amazing nose and a roasted coffee flavor. "I could sure as fuck use one of these tomorrow morning" said Wilder to a beer we rated a good. We then opened up the special surprise of the night, a growler that Dr. Itchy Biscuit brought that was destined to be a crowd pleaser. Barley John's Dark Knight Returns (13%), poured like the shine on a thunderstorm slickened interstate, and the taste was that of an afterburner fueled by shit kickers. "No fucking way this is a porter" said Fred, as we sipped a bourbon barrel monster that was smooth and fiery. "This is fucking amazing" said Dr. Lovemonger, as we raised a glass to toast the superb collection of beers he had brought to the table. Without a doubt the best porter we had ever tasted, it easily achieved an RFG, so we each drank another glass of this liquid beast before we finished the night with one final beer, a Fifty-Fifty Imperial Eclipse - Four Roses Bourbon Barrel (9.5%). By this time, our tongues were cooked, and this fine beer suffered because if it. Bourbon barrel stouts are among our favorites, but this seemed a bit weak compared to the booze-zilla we just drank in Dark Knight. We look forward to trying this one again when we get a batch from the release later this year, but for now, it only got a good as it was simply overwhelmed by Dark Knight. Thoroughly drunk, we stumbled out back to participate in our traditional bottle toss, and we watched as multiple throws ended up severely off target and pissed our banana sleeves at one angry wayward toss thrown by the still thinking he is a college pitcher Fred that almost decapitated a group of gnomes who looked like they were enjoying a consensual 3 way in the flower bed. "Hey man, your fucking up my mojo" said one of the perverted little dwarves who had narrowly escaped death, so we called it a night and stumbled on home. Another fantastic evening in the books, two new RFG's added to the list.......until next time....Cheers!