iPod is rocking the shuffle:
Johnny Cash Hey Porter
Chemical Brothers Galvanize
Coldplay God Put a Smile Upon Your Face
Flight of the Conchords I Told You I Was Freaky
Vampire Weekend Run
Bob Dylan All Along the Watchtower
Killers Joy Ride
U2 Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
Mick Jagger Salt of the Earth
Johnny Cash Help Me
A Tribe Called Quest Jazz (We’ve Got)
Wilco At Least That's What You Said
Last night was dinner at Jose Pistola’s with friends. If you’re familiar with Philadelphia, it is in the same building that was once Copacabana 2. The nachos were awesome. I detest nachos that have all the toppings just plopped on top of the heap of chips. Good nachos are all about the layers and these were definitely made the right way. There were about 15 beers on draught and a pretty extensive bottle list. I went with the Clown Shoes Vampire Slayer -- an imperial stout described as having more sweetness and depth than their previous offering. Their description also mentions that it is brewed with holy water and malt smoked with vampire killing stakes. You have to love the irreverent humor!
I noted the alcohol warmth immediately in my notes on this one and after doing some research today I learned that it is a whopping 11%ABV. One was definitely enough. It was super dark, almost black, with a loose dark tan head. This was a risky choice for me because I don’t like smoke flavor. More often than not, I think smoke makes things taste like sausage. I don’t like sausage so I don’t want my beer tasting like it. Lucky for me, the smoked malts were very mild and I really enjoyed it. The taste was what you’d expect for an imperial stout. Roasted malt flavor, vanilla.
There was also Tramp Stamp available from Clown Shoes….an IPA that tasted like soap. And that is why I don’t drink IPAs, folks. They remind me of soap. I didn’t order that one. My friend had that honor but he very willingly shared it so we could all get a taste.
Highlight of the evening: I eventually ordered a Duchess de Bourgogne (Flanders red ale) after sipping some of the one Gary ordered. His came in a wide flute. Mine came in a goblet. As our waiter poured it, he apologized for the glass, calling it one of his greatest professional embarrassments. He delivered it with absolute seriousness and very much reminded me of one of my favorite comics - Mitch Hedberg. His Comedy Central show is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in my life.
I’m off to drink my beer for the day. Cheers!