Slow Beer

So I left my last TWIG study party ever to drink in our loked out brews at Slow Beer. Scott was, not surprisingly, dedicated to IPA, and according to his analysis,  "The best one in there is still the Speakeasy Big Daddy." We both liked Russian River's Blind Pig, a floral, "more drinkable" IPA for those of us who haven't undergone our lupulin threshold shift.* The Beach Chalet Presidio IPA made a good showing, but Gagner was wishing for a dump bucket on the IPAs from Wunder and Marin.

I was somehow on a stout kick, stoked to get some of the Oysterhead from Magnolia since they didn't have it on SBD. They served it really cold, and it was rich, sweet, complex... loved it. But, I mean, I guess I don't really get what an oyster beer is. They actually put oysters in there during the brewing process? The Anderson Valley Oatmeal Stout got me really fired up for May 10 in Boonville. Just a really solid, what-a-stout-should-be stout. I also dug the Brown from San Francisco Brewing, caramelly goodness. 

The food was good but ... underwhelming? We just housed a bunch of like pretzels and gelato to keep from getting too drunk. The best thing was a cheesery from Pescadero with the "Van Goat" all decorated with edible flowers and shit.  Anyway, in a town with such insanely good food, where was the insanely good food?

We ran in to some Brew Crew, including our new pal Dave from SBD and NHS alumna J20. And we saw all of the good people who typically serve us beer -- cheers to them.

*Saw this term defined on the back of a Pliny the Younger shirt today -- definitely won the brew schwag of the day award.  "When a once extraordinarily hoppy beer now seems pedestrian. When a Double IPA just isn't enough."