Random Beer Thoughts

[sacrelicio]

Side Project is on there. I just don't like their beer.

And it's in the Southeast bracket. Missouri is the center of the country.

 

[tosh1]

Throwing this out there after talking with Panda earlier

If you walk up to the bar and ask for ‘a car bomb’ you are a complete and utter ****. The name is about offensive as you can get, i can come up with some ideas that would offend you, but I guess that is the point. I would happily pay for a plane ride for you and your buddies to walk into an a bar in Belfast or Dublin and have you ask for it. As long as you film the arse kicking you recieve when the licals get pissed off at you.

Have a ******* clue when you order a drink and try not go be an offensive ******.

That is all. Apart from... no one in Ireland is eating cornef beef dinner.

Enjoy the holiday you all made up.

 

[andrewdrinks]

+1

lol Irish Car Bombs

 

[Kingfish1]

That is all. Apart from... no one in Ireland is eating cornef beef dinner.

Enjoy the holiday you all made up.

Right, they are both quintessentially Irish-American. It's pretty remarkable that St. Patrick's Day has become so celebrated in America given how many of our ancestors were treated when they arrived, and the efforts to keep them out, similar to our current political situation. Of course some use the day as nothing more than an excuse to get shitfaced, but many use it as a means to connect with our heritage. It provides a good jumping off point to connect my kids with Irish history (including in America), music, poetry, and dance.

As far as corned beef, pork wasn't readily available to Irish immigrants because many of the butcher shops were kosher, so they adapted and used corned beef instead (and cabbage).

 

[trickytunadicky]

I usually do bangers and mash. Mostly because Banger sausages are easier to acquire in March.

 

[JulianB1]

Some loser will definitely show up the night before with 99 mules.

So apparently the bottle was actually won by a mule. Not shockingly, he was swarmed by vultures looking to buy the bottle, but apparently said he was giving it to his buddy. The hero we deserve?

 

[Gaseous Clay]

So apparently the bottle was actually won by a mule.

The hero we deserve?

No

 

[nathanmiller]

how many of our ancestors were treated when they arrived

Spoiler: Language warning

 

[juliolugo]

Wrapping up another trip to Tel Aviv. Checked out Jem’s Beer Factory in Petah Tikva this time. Solid dark lager, hefe, and amber ale. Housemade diablo sausages were delicious too. Industrial park brewery setting reminded me of home (although the place is quite nice inside). Would recommend.

 

[Gaseous Clay]

Wrapping up another trip to Tel Aviv. Checked out Jem’s Beer Factory in Petah Tikva this time. Solid dark lager, hefe, and amber ale. Housemade diablo sausages were delicious too. Industrial park brewery setting reminded me of home (although the place is quite nice inside). Would recommend.

Tel Aviv is such a great city. Its like Los Angeles but with fewer Israeli's.



(In all seriousness though Tel Aviv is gorgeous and I would love to return)

 

[NeedsMoreDog]

Throwing this out there after talking with Panda earlier

If you walk up to the bar and ask for ‘a car bomb’ you are a complete and utter ****. The name is about offensive as you can get, i can come up with some ideas that would offend you, but I guess that is the point. I would happily pay for a plane ride for you and your buddies to walk into an a bar in Belfast or Dublin and have you ask for it. As long as you film the arse kicking you recieve when the licals get pissed off at you.

Have a ******* clue when you order a drink and try not go be an offensive ******.

A black and tan isn't great either, right? I didn't know for years as it was a little more obscure

 

[timotao]

As far as corned beef, pork wasn't readily available to Irish immigrants because many of the butcher shops were kosher, so they adapted and used corned beef instead (and cabbage).

I've heard this explanation before and I still don't buy it. I'm having tacos

-IrishAmerican

 

[mikecharley]

I'm having Guinness/whiskey/Irish cream chug drinks with homemade corned beef tonight. (Gonna do Reubens with the meats!)

 

[JulianB1]

Tel Aviv is such a great city. Its like Los Angeles but with fewer Israeli's.



(In all seriousness though Tel Aviv is gorgeous and I would love to return)

I dunno, I've heard the Tel Aviv bus terminal makes the Port Authority look like the Ritz Carlton in comparison.

 

[Gaseous Clay]

I dunno, I've heard the Tel Aviv bus terminal makes the Port Authority look like the Ritz Carlton in comparison.

Ya queuing isnt a big thing there. Only the strongest survive.

 

[mateoloco]

Ya queuing isnt a big thing there. Only the strongest survive.

So you're saying that the next mules I hire should be Israelis?

 

[Beerontwowheels]

So you're saying that the next mules I hire should be Israelis?

beerindex needs to weigh in here.

 

[Kingfish1]

A black and tan isn't great either, right? I didn't know for years as it was a little more obscure

I was curious about this when I went to Ireland, so I asked the barmen and women. It was 9 years ago, and it wasn't scientific, but the consensus was that black and tan was much more offensive than car bomb. Most had never heard of a car bomb being a drink so that could explain it. The older generation was much more concerned, the younger people didn't seem bothered by either.

I'm sure tosh and NeedsMoreDog know what black and tans are, but for those that don't they were a mostly British, essentially paramilitary group, that terrorized Irish citizens during the War for Independence.

The only time we ordered a "car bomb" in Ireland was in a pub when a bachelor party from Belfast and one from Dublin, who were initially getting along, got a little tipsy and started getting angry with each other and brought up the Troubles. As strange as it was, I purposely ordered it because of the name of the drink, which seemed to diffuse the situation as they were both a bit incredulous. My favorite part was that one guy on each side was insulted, not because of the name, but because it required slamming Guinness. They both sat and sipped on curdled Guinness, which was pretty gross to watch, but I appreciate their dedication.

 

[nathanmiller]

I dunno, I've heard the Tel Aviv bus terminal makes the Port Authority look like the Ritz Carlton in comparison.

I lived in Israel for a year. One week I had to go to Boston and when I got back to Jerusalem I had the worst jet lag one can imagine. Days and days went by and I couldn't kick it. My friend Abi offered to help, so we stayed up all night watching movies and having fun. I think we watched מישהו לרוץ אתו at least twice. We thought about breaking into an abandoned hospital to explore, inspired by the movie, but instead decided to get pizza. It was 3am, so we knew to go to Big Apple pizza on Ben Yehuda (if memory serves) because they closed at 4.

Well we got there and they were closed. Turns out they were only open till 4 on Thu and Sun. No worries! We knew a Sbarro was just a couple blocks away. Sure, it wouldn't be very good, but if you are 19 and want pizza at 3:30am, you can't be picky. So we walked a few more blocks and wouldn't you know it, Sbarro was closed.

So Abi said, "you know where there's definitely pizza at this hour? Tel Aviv!" So we kept walking to the bus station... Which it turns out closed at 3. Well at this point we were pot-committed, so we kept walking to the edge of town to hitchhike to Tel Aviv. When we got to the hitchhike spot, a couple groups of ultra Orthodox were there, and we just stood nearby sticking our fingers out to catch a car.

Eventually a small semi came by and beckoned to us after passing the ultra Orthodox groups. To Tel Aviv!

After a while, we noticed we were not going very fast. Abi asked the driver, יש בעיה? (Is there a problem?) He responded, יש משקל (we're too heavy). So we proceeded at something like 30 kph, occasionally ducking our heads when police passed us.

By 6am, we got to the outskirts of Tel Aviv, about a mile from the Tel Aviv bus station. Our friendly driver dropped us off and went in a different direction. We walked the remaining 20 minutes and arrived at our destination, realizing we needed to be back in Jerusalem at 8. We bought bus tickets, looked around for pizza, found none, got croissants or some other breakfast pastries instead, boarded our bus, and my jet lag was gone that evening.

 

[NAPO]

Rothaus Pils Tannen Zäpfle with Hawaiian salmon Poke might be one of the best pairing ever.

 

[furley]

i could go with less updates about beer lines and fests and the one dumb thing that happened out of thousands of interactions on that given day

 

[Josh2]

i could go with less updates about beer lines and fests and the one dumb thing that happened out of thousands of interactions on that given day

So you're getting off the internet?

 

[beerindex]

I dunno, I've heard the Tel Aviv bus terminal makes the Port Authority look like the Ritz Carlton in comparison.

The Central Bus Station was horrible mistake in construction, way too large for such a small city, and a constant financial and logistical problem. That said, it has two very cool things going for it. One, it has a strip club inside. How many bus stations can make that claim? Second, and somewhat less seedy, the 7th floor is one giant (authorized) graffiti exhibit with work from a ton of highly regarded international artists from around the world. On the other hand, it is definitely the least safe part of Tel Aviv, and whole sections of it have been taken over by bats. So it has its redeeming points, but it is definitely not a nice place. Worth visiting while it is light out.

beerindex needs to weigh in here.

I'm pretty sure 99% of Israelis living in the US work in private security, so they would certainly be good choices for a strongest mule contest assuming you could afford them.

 

[JulianB1]

I lived in Israel for a year. One week I had to go to Boston and when I got back to Jerusalem I had the worst jet lag one can imagine. Days and days went by and I couldn't kick it. My friend Abi offered to help, so we stayed up all night watching movies and having fun. I think we watched מישהו לרוץ אתו at least twice. We thought about breaking into an abandoned hospital to explore, inspired by the movie, but instead decided to get pizza. It was 3am, so we knew to go to Big Apple pizza on Ben Yehuda (if memory serves) because they closed at 4.

Well we got there and they were closed. Turns out they were only open till 4 on Thu and Sun. No worries! We knew a Sbarro was just a couple blocks away. Sure, it wouldn't be very good, but if you are 19 and want pizza at 3:30am, you can't be picky. So we walked a few more blocks and wouldn't you know it, Sbarro was closed.

So Abi said, "you know where there's definitely pizza at this hour? Tel Aviv!" So we kept walking to the bus station... Which it turns out closed at 3. Well at this point we were pot-committed, so we kept walking to the edge of town to hitchhike to Tel Aviv. When we got to the hitchhike spot, a couple groups of ultra Orthodox were there, and we just stood nearby sticking our fingers out to catch a car.

Eventually a small semi came by and beckoned to us after passing the ultra Orthodox groups. To Tel Aviv!

After a while, we noticed we were not going very fast. Abi asked the driver, יש בעיה? (Is there a problem?) He responded, יש משקל (we're too heavy). So we proceeded at something like 30 kph, occasionally ducking our heads when police passed us.

By 6am, we got to the outskirts of Tel Aviv, about a mile from the Tel Aviv bus station. Our friendly driver dropped us off and went in a different direction. We walked the remaining 20 minutes and arrived at our destination, realizing we needed to be back in Jerusalem at 8. We bought bus tickets, looked around for pizza, found none, got croissants or some other breakfast pastries instead, boarded our bus, and my jet lag was gone that evening.

I love this website.

 

[jammery]

I lived in Israel for a year. One week I had to go to Boston and when I got back to Jerusalem I had the worst jet lag one can imagine. Days and days went by and I couldn't kick it. My friend Abi offered to help, so we stayed up all night watching movies and having fun. I think we watched מישהו לרוץ אתו at least twice. We thought about breaking into an abandoned hospital to explore, inspired by the movie, but instead decided to get pizza. It was 3am, so we knew to go to Big Apple pizza on Ben Yehuda (if memory serves) because they closed at 4.

Well we got there and they were closed. Turns out they were only open till 4 on Thu and Sun. No worries! We knew a Sbarro was just a couple blocks away. Sure, it wouldn't be very good, but if you are 19 and want pizza at 3:30am, you can't be picky. So we walked a few more blocks and wouldn't you know it, Sbarro was closed.

So Abi said, "you know where there's definitely pizza at this hour? Tel Aviv!" So we kept walking to the bus station... Which it turns out closed at 3. Well at this point we were pot-committed, so we kept walking to the edge of town to hitchhike to Tel Aviv. When we got to the hitchhike spot, a couple groups of ultra Orthodox were there, and we just stood nearby sticking our fingers out to catch a car.

Eventually a small semi came by and beckoned to us after passing the ultra Orthodox groups. To Tel Aviv!

After a while, we noticed we were not going very fast. Abi asked the driver, יש בעיה? (Is there a problem?) He responded, יש משקל (we're too heavy). So we proceeded at something like 30 kph, occasionally ducking our heads when police passed us.

By 6am, we got to the outskirts of Tel Aviv, about a mile from the Tel Aviv bus station. Our friendly driver dropped us off and went in a different direction. We walked the remaining 20 minutes and arrived at our destination, realizing we needed to be back in Jerusalem at 8. We bought bus tickets, looked around for pizza, found none, got croissants or some other breakfast pastries instead, boarded our bus, and my jet lag was gone that evening.

That’s an amazing story but I just can’t imagine a time when you could do that much traveling with no ticking.

If this were present day Nathan, it would read like “we went to get pizza but I stopped into a bar for some ticks and then the pizza place was closed. So we went to the bus station but I stopped into a bar to get some ticks and then the bus station was closed...”

 

[JulianB1]

That’s an amazing story but I just can’t imagine a time when you could do that much traveling with no ticking.

If this were present day Nathan, it would read like “we went to get pizza but I stopped into a bar for some ticks and then the pizza place was closed. So we went to the bus station but I stopped into a bar to get some ticks and then the bus station was closed...”

I love this website.

 

[Padraig]

I lived in Israel for a year. One week I had to go to Boston and when I got back to Jerusalem I had the worst jet lag one can imagine. Days and days went by and I couldn't kick it. My friend Abi offered to help, so we stayed up all night watching movies and having fun. I think we watched מישהו לרוץ אתו at least twice. We thought about breaking into an abandoned hospital to explore, inspired by the movie, but instead decided to get pizza. It was 3am, so we knew to go to Big Apple pizza on Ben Yehuda (if memory serves) because they closed at 4.

Well we got there and they were closed. Turns out they were only open till 4 on Thu and Sun. No worries! We knew a Sbarro was just a couple blocks away. Sure, it wouldn't be very good, but if you are 19 and want pizza at 3:30am, you can't be picky. So we walked a few more blocks and wouldn't you know it, Sbarro was closed.

So Abi said, "you know where there's definitely pizza at this hour? Tel Aviv!" So we kept walking to the bus station... Which it turns out closed at 3. Well at this point we were pot-committed, so we kept walking to the edge of town to hitchhike to Tel Aviv. When we got to the hitchhike spot, a couple groups of ultra Orthodox were there, and we just stood nearby sticking our fingers out to catch a car.

Eventually a small semi came by and beckoned to us after passing the ultra Orthodox groups. To Tel Aviv!

After a while, we noticed we were not going very fast. Abi asked the driver, יש בעיה? (Is there a problem?) He responded, יש משקל (we're too heavy). So we proceeded at something like 30 kph, occasionally ducking our heads when police passed us.

By 6am, we got to the outskirts of Tel Aviv, about a mile from the Tel Aviv bus station. Our friendly driver dropped us off and went in a different direction. We walked the remaining 20 minutes and arrived at our destination, realizing we needed to be back in Jerusalem at 8. We bought bus tickets, looked around for pizza, found none, got croissants or some other breakfast pastries instead, boarded our bus, and my jet lag was gone that evening.

I feel like I just watched a Richard Linklater movie.

 

[jivex5k1]

This can't be real right?

 

[Podunkparte]

This can't be real right?

I'll forgive that one. Clearly they need the money for some new pants.

 

[rrryanc]

I'll forgive that one. Clearly they need the money for some new pants.

And the lawyer for their dui?