Back From The Dead

...Or so it would seem. SBA could be, might be, very well may be revived. It's been a long time since I was inspired by beer, but this is a social endeavor. See you at SBA September!

miniblog: On the Virtues of Anchor Steam

I had my entire immediate family and all the boyfriends (EDIT: my sisters' boyfriends, I don't have a bunch of boyfriends) over for dinner on Easter Sunday and my older sister's boyfriend brought Anchor Steam. I haven't actually enjoyed Anchor Steam in a while, having gotten in the habit of picking beers with just a little more punch. In any case, if you live in Northern California, you know that the weather on Sunday was beyond perfect. Sunny and warm with a breeze, and not a cloud in the sky. I spent the majority of it in the kitchen with my dad, whipping up a little seafood gumbo and took a short break to step outside. There's little preventing me from enjoying the euphoric beer buzz on any given day, but with perfect weather, my whole family sharing a holiday and a huge meal, I remembered that Anchor Steam was one of the very first craft brews I fell in love with. It's approachable, has an impressive history, and appeals to just about every kind of beer drinker.

Hiatus

If you weren't in the mood for ramen before you saw this...you probably are now. Ever since I read that article I've had a crazy noodle jones. No, this doesn't have anything to do with beer. I've been in a weird place with beer lately, Mr Anthony put beer purchases on hiatus until the remainder of the beer in the fridge is consumed. Naturally, the attachment I have to my special beers is unwavering and as such my consumption has all but ceased. We're still enjoying the Monk's Blood we picked up last month, but somebody brought over some Sapporo and some Miller Light a few months ago and they haven't really moved. I can't bring myself to throw them out but I just won't drink them. Don't get me wrong, you drink what you drink and I like what I like.

I guess I've just gotten a little too fond of this place, indicated only by a barrel hovering above an unmarked door in downtown San Jose. The staff is exemplary, the proprietor is friendly, and the cocktails are flawless. Also, you can count on Pliny being on tap, among other highly desirable beers.

That's all I have to ramble about this afternoon.