"On a Friday night in season, you can buy or sell anything from moose meat to ketamine, and hear some of the most arrant lies ever put to language." Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policeman's Union
Tastemasters! Exciting days at the EVBC! Brewmaster Eric has recently returned from his trip to the savage jungle land of Central America. After tirelessly machete-hacking his way through several coconuts in the tropical isles of the Kuna Yala, and bravely dancing with the local fauna in El Valle, B.E. returns successful from his search for spices and flavors from the storied Panama countryside. After bravely venturing where no man (in the EVBC) has gone before, Brewmaster Eric brought to EVBCHQ dozens of ideas for new brews...at least four of which seem viable!
In other brew-thusiast news, secondary fermenting wraps up this weekend. Brewmaster Marshall and I will be setting down to bottle our inaugural batch of Stuy Town Brown Ale this Sunday, meaning the brews-day clock is ticking down to zero hour at a fevered pace. I spent this afternoon hunting for local home brew shops that had bottle supplies, and found that my traveling days were far from over...I had to go to Brooklyn! Not Williamsburg, mind you, where the hipsters have tamed the wilds and settled the land like so many French missionaries to Africa before them.
Nay, I ventured to Brooklyn Homebrew in Sunset Park off the R train - a very recently started home brew supply shop housed on the second floor of a charming Brooklyn brownstone. I was greeted by what seemed to be a husband and wife duo with matching ring finger tattoos (totes adorbs!) and walked into a living room filled with specialty grains, buckets of hops and the soothing sounds of the Dead Milkmen's "Punk Rock Girl". While I'm more partial to the Diesel Boy cover of the same, the joyous orchestra of sights, sounds and smells overwhelmed my senses...my faithful backwoods-Brooklyn-journey rewarded. I walked among the half-dozen bearded and bespectacled Brooklynites, spoke their brewey language and lived to tell about it!
Tastemasters, like with any great trip to unknown faraway lands, I returned home a changed man. I learned of a great local brewshop a mere 45 minutes from Manhattan, had under my arm two cases of amber tinted bottles and found my beer-making resolve redoubled. During tomorrow's bottling, B.M. and I will discuss potential debut party dates, and soon your patience, my darlings, shall be rewarded with brew.
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