It’ll become apparent why there are so many musical references in today’s column in just a quick minute. In the meantime, as Marvin Gaye said, “What’s goin’ on?”
Craft Pilsner in America isn’t selling like it should. This needs to not be. For some strange reason, no matter the brewery, Pilsner barely moves.
Joe Cocker once asked, “Don’t you love me anymore?” Seriously, guys, Lager/Pilsner was all you drank before craft beer came along and showed you a bigger world with so many choices better than watered-down budget beer. Is that what’s happening here? Are you now so in tune with the craft movement that you’ve turned your backs on the macro producers forever? Are you associating their interpretation of Lager/Pilsner with what’s being made by craft brewers?
“Say it ain’t so,” Weezer. Not only does that suggest that Pilsner is over as a style, it also says that you don’t trust even the best-regarded breweries to make a Pils just as good – if not better – than the macros even though you continue to guzzle these craft breweries’ other offerings on a regular basis. How is it you can love everything your favorite brewery makes except their Lager/Pilsner?
You may feel, like Green Day,” so bored you’re going blind.” Granted, Pilsner isn’t nearly as complex or as thought-provoking as, say, a Flanders Red or some barrel-aged Russian Imperial Stout. But that’s also its beauty; it doesn’t need to be overtly layered and nuanced, just straight-forward and good.
Great Lager/Pilsner is “everywhere, man.” And just like Johnny Cash could do country, gospel and blues, Pilsner also has many styles. I wish it were En Vogue to “free your mind” and reconsider once again embracing this abandoned child of the beer family. You’re missing out on some terrific stuff!
My days as a live audio engineer in New Orleans caught up to my love of Terrapin Brewing recently when they released their newest year-round item, Sound Czech. Much more than just a clever play on words, this Czech-inspired Pilsner has my toes tapping to a familiar beat. It’s a song that, when your favorite band is playing, their set just wouldn’t be complete without it in the line-up.
To honor the recent passing of Phife Dog from A Tribe Called Quest, I’ll try to rhyme this review beginning with his apropos intro to “Buggin’ Out.” So, microphone check, one-two, what is this? It’s the straw-yellow beer with the carb’ that fizzes. Mile-high head, sticky oil down the side, took my first sip and I almost died. Smellin’ honeysuckle, knees buckle, I’m-a chuckle. Lemon peel and cracker malt by the truck-load. Bitter, grassy hops start your tongue on a ride. Honey, citrus peel, white pepper, bonafide. Crisp as new Benjamin, flavor all throughout, better Czech the mic drop, yo, I’m buggin’ out!
Terrapin, The Isley Brothers said it for me best. “You make me wanna’ shout!”