You may have noticed that I’ve been sticking to craft beer made here in these United States lately. The reason being is May 14-20 is officially American Craft Beer Week. I know, I know… by the time you read this it’ll be May 23 and the point will be moot, right? Unless you’re like me and don’t need an excuse to consider every week to be American Craft Beer Week.
I’ll observe our holidays, sure, but just don’t ask me to strictly adhere to tradition. You’ll never find me being so cheesy that I dress like a pseudo-leprechaun and celebrate St. Patrick’s Day by binge drinking stout that probably wasn’t even made in Ireland in the first place. Same goes for Cinco de Mayo; just exchange the plastic lime green bowler for a sombrero. And as for Corona… if you think I’d even touch the stuff then obviously this is your first time reading this column.
So I’m a few days late with the whole Craft Week thing. What can I say? It’s been a busy month. With Mother’s Day and Maibock being such timely topics the last couple of weeks, I thought I could let this one slide a little. So, let me catch up to the rest of you and we’ll talk about one of my all-time favorite American breweries: Lagunitus.
First of all, these guys are a nutty bunch bordering on the weird. Go ahead, check out the labeling on their bottles. Peruse their website for a minute or two. Someone over there is touched in the head. There’s some madman poetry at work here that’s equal parts Tom Waits and Charles Bukowski. Lagunitus’ core ideas and mission statements come off like a stoned philosophy professor; it all makes beautiful bizarre sense somehow but it helps to be stoned, too.