Showing posts with label Beer. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Ramstein Open House- with Eis Bock and Keller Pilsner

This weekend was a surprise at the High Point Wheat Beer Brewing Company, aka "Ramstein Brewery," and their open house. It was winter in August! They managed to create another batch of their delicious Ice Storm Eis Bock, which requires 25 degrees Fahrenheit or less. It was a welcome surprise, and the super-smooth black velvet brew with the sucker punch of 12% alcohol content will make for great summer drinking, despite being based on their famous seasonal Winter Wheat. They had six sixtals and they sold out within an hour. They also had their magnificently malty Keller Pilsner- their Golden Lager before it is filtered and lagered. The Lager is a fine beer, but the Keller is its own creature, full of stronger flavors and still refreshing. Amazingly they were sold out of the Blonde, their flagship beer. Let's hope the shortage doesn't last too long. It remains my favorite summer beer, when I can get it. They also had their Classic Hefeweizen on tap and in six packs.

The bar area was decorated with that rare commodity, hops! They may not be the prettiest flowers, pale green throughout, but aren't we thankful for the homely horticultural hops? Without them, we could not make beer, at least not as defined by the German beer laws. Those laws don't stop the megabrewers from using rice instead the holy trinity of brewer's ingredients: barley, malt and hops, but that's why we love craft brewers like Greg Zaccardi of High Point Brewing. If I want to drink rice beer, I'll wait for microbrewing to take off in Japan.

We inducted two new members into the Growler Club this time around- friends Liz and Sean both bought growlers and filled them. Poor Sean only got half a growler of the Eis Bock, since he hesitated before purchasing. But that's twice as strong as a growler full of other beer, so he'll be just as happy. It was also the first public gathering of the Order of the Triad, a secretive beer-lover's organization that sometimes performs costumed aggression and other acts of tomfoolery. We also found business cards for a New Jersey beer blog, The Beer-Stained Letter, so here's a shout-out to our beer-blogging friend.

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Saturday, August 9, 2008

The Goonies at Pier 46

This is one of the classic '80s kid movies and definitely the cream of the crop in that regard. I hated this movie when it came out, because like Gremlins and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, I began to realize I was being pandered to as a demographic. I couldn't have said it in those words as an ornery 14-year-old punk, but I knew what they were doing. This is the first time I've watched it all the way through as an adult, and I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more now that I was unfettered by adolescent rebelliousness. I saw it on Pier 46 in Hudson River Park, with a bunch of friends on blankets with beer and sandwiches, and a great crowd. Firecracker and Darth Milk, being younger than me, got to see this movie uncolored by the anger of a fro-mulleted fan of the Dead Kennedys, and helped me restore the childlike sense of wonder required to enjoy the film fully.
One-Eyed Willie. Still funny after all these years...

The movie starts off unlike a kid movie, with a prison break-out by the evil Fratelli family, witnessed by the hyper motormouth kid, Chunk. He runs to tell his other misfit friends- the asthmatic, pensive Mikey (Sean Astin, Rudy and Lord of the Taters) and his buff yet outcast big brother (Josh Brolin, No Country for Old Men), wise guy "Mouth" (Corey Feldman, The Lost Boys) and the nerdy gadgetmonger "Data" (Jonathan Ke Quan), who plays a less annoying version of Short Round here. Mikey's family is losing their house and they stumble on a treasure map when cleaning the attic; this leads them toward the rocky Pacific shores, and of course... the hideout of the Fratellis- Mama (the always excellent Anne Ramsey, Throw Momma from the Train), and her bumbling sons, played by Joey Pantoliano (Memento, the Sopranos) and Robert Davi (Raw Deal). Part of what makes the movie so good is that they are actually scary. They want to stuff Chunk's hand in a blender to make him talk, the kids find a body in the freezer, and mean Mama Fratelli smacks the shit out of people. She even whacks Stef with a cutlass, nearly robbing our spank-banks of her splendor.
And then I...



Donner's brand of frenetic comic action that gave just the right amount of lightheartedness to the Superman movie works perfectly here. Donner has made some real crap (Scrooged, Lethal Weapon 3-4, Assassins, Radio Flyer) but would parlay this Joe Dante-lite cartoonish action into one of the best cop-buddy movies ever made (Lethal Weapon), which is amazing because his first big film was The Omen- a truly dark and sinister supernatural thriller. He moved on and made movies in his own voice after that big hit, which is admirable.
One of Data's less annoying moments

The movie manages to juggle the adventure of finding a pirate ship in your backyard- a kid's playground fantasy come to life- with a coming of age story, where misfit kids learn about life, and get to kiss girls many years their senior through shadowy subterfuge. Thankfully other than Data, they're not complete caricatures. Chunk perhaps, but he steals the movie. Data is the weak point of the film, with his gadgets saving the day a little too often. The chattering teeth grappling hook that saves him from spiky death is an eye-roller, but stuff like slick shoes and the boxing glove gag are just fine. I'm also very glad they cut out the octopus scene that still gets mentioned at the ending. It starts out funny, the resolution is really stupid and they were wise to leave it out.
Listen, Feldman... you're a has-been! shut up!

The kids are all well cast and play it natural. Sean Astin's Mikey may be a little too introspective, but you can imagine an asthmatic kid with an overprotective mom being a bookworm and having a lot of time to sit around and think while other kids were out playing. The girls, Andy (Kerri Green, Lucas) and the cute and feisty Stef (Martha Plimpton, Pecker) may not have a lot of screen time but manage to give off enough character to not be cut-outs. Kerri Green would be a spank bank staple, with her elfin grin and fiery hair; Martha Plimpton's perky looks and spunky attitude have their own charms as well. But enough creepy recollections of a 14-year-old's hormonal urges.
Mikey finally eyes his taters.

The real show-stealer is of course Sloth, the Fratelli's mutant sibling they keep locked in the basement. played by footballer John Matuszak (Dr. Death from "1st and Ten") in tons of make-up, he's sort of a lovable Quasimodo, who befriends Chunk instead of tearing him to pieces. The fact that the scenes work when he dons pirate gear and fights off his evil brothers to the triumphant score from The Adventures of Don Juan, even pausing to tear open his shirt and reveal a Superman symbol, is a testament to not only Donner's direction but Matuszak's physical acting skills. It could easily be so smarmy as to be embarrassing, or come off as mean-spirited. They wisely put so much make-up on Sloth that he transcends being a deformed or mentally retarded kid, and becomes unique, so we can see that they are trying to say "even retards can be cool" without going all After School Special on us. I worked with Special Young Adults in high school, and part of me regrets never finding out what some of them thought about Sloth.
Sloth love Chunk!

He's an iconic character among many- Corey Feldman's "Mouth," who could have taken over the film and thankfully was barred from doing so- Sean Astin's sympathetic Mikey, the energetic Chunk, Anne Ramsey as the gravelly-voiced Mama Fratelli, and the nearly insulting Data- that makes The Goonies a memorable classic, even though it was obviously crafted by Spielberg and Chris Columbus to be just that, with a Cyndi Lauper song written specifically for it. I think my hating it back in '84 was a result of pre-internet overhype, with Lauper and Captain Lou Albano's videos and wrestling tie-ins making me sick of hearing about the Goonies even before I saw it. But watching it now, I wish I'd been a bit younger when it came out, so I could have enjoyed it. It's deserving of its classic status, and seeing it on a big screen was awesome.

The ending


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Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Eis Bock and Keller Pilsner at this weekend's Ramstein Open House!

Great news: they will have the Eis Bock and Keller Pilsner this weekend at Ramstein brewery!
I'm definitely getting the Keller this time. Bring your growlers and beat the heat!

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: ramsteinbeer@gmail.com

High Point Brewing Celebrates Christmas in August!

Join High Point Brewing Company on Saturday, August 9th for an open house with a twist -- Ramstein Eis Storm Eisbock on tap to help everyone cool off. Everyone does Christmas in July, but Christmas in August, now that's special!

We will also have Ramstein Golden Lager, Ramstein Keller Pilsner, and Ramstein Classic Dunkelweiss on tap. Bring your growlers ( we will also have growlers for sale), as most of these beers are not available in bottles. We also have glassware for sale.

We will be at Stoudt's on Saturday, August 23. For more info on 17th Annual Microfest - Benefit please visit:

http://www.stoudtsbeer.com/events.html

We are happy to announce the debut of our new black t-shirts with a new "Get your hands on a blonde" design at Stoudt's. They will be available at the brewery after that weekend. For those of you waiting for a Ramstein hat, we will have them available at that time as well.
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High Point Brewing Company, Inc.
22 Park Place
Butler, NJ 07405
Tel: 973-838-7400
ramsteinbeer@gmail.com
http://www.ramsteinbeer.com/
http://groups.google.com/group/ramstein-beer

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Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Waterfront Alehouse

A dozen or more great beers on tap, ranging from Belgian whites to local crafts or rare foreign delights, home made Granny's Apple Pie vodka and rum punch, and a blackboard spread of daily specialties with a Southern flair, this is not your average gastro-pub. Smack on the corner of 2nd and 30th, between Kip's Bay and Murray Hill, this neighborhood gem of a saloon was a random find when Firecracker and I met up with my stepsister, Mitch Bitch. MB was in town for a conference and as a blonde out-of-towner, she is doubly handicapped when attempting to use the subway, so we had to find someplace close.

The Waterfront Ale House seemed a likely candidate for a bite and a beer, and despite a harried waitress having trouble seating us at first, it was a fine time on a Friday night. The blackboard listed their weekly beer selections and daily meal specials, which all sounded quite tempting. For meals we had a crabmeat, spinach, cheese and crawfish dip with toasted baguette, a fried oyster po'boy with wasabi mayo, and a grilled veggie sandwich with fresh mozzarella on focaccia, with sweet potato fries. The decor is old woods and snug tables, with dozens of sauce bottles rimming the walls, including HP Fruity, which would go perfectly on one of their signature wild game burgers.

The food was excellent- the crab dip was warm and cheesy, a bit salty but thick and chunky with white lump crab, served in a crock so you could scoop out every bit. The oyster po'boy rivaled some I had in Louisiana- the oysters were succulent and just cooked through, dusted with cornmeal for a crispy bite and a juicy center. The baguette was just chewy enough with good crust, and there was just the right amount of tang in the mayo. It came with house-made mustard cole slaw that was light and unique, with big chunks of crisp cabbage. MB's veggie sandwich was quite good, cooked in olive oil and still fresh-tasting- portobello, eggplant, squash with a nice melted slice of fresh mozz and good focaccia bread that wasn't too greasy. The sweet potato fries were excellent, some of the best I've tasted- full of flavor, just crisp enough, with no soggy ones to be found. The sweet potato flavor really came through, you could tell they were fresh made.
Milan the Bartender is happier than he looks.

The menu board had many other temptations- wild game is a specialty, and a buffalo burger with house-made ketchup was the night's burger; they also had venison chili, and venison sausage, pork chops in a blueberry bourbon sauce, and others. Their regular menu leans more toward standard bar fare with a tilt at wild game, bratwurst and barbecue. The beer selection is one of the best I've had at a restaurant, including the infamous Spotted Pig, which has a more daring, hedonistic menu and casked ales. I sampled 5 or 7:

Flying Dog Doggie Style pale ale, the beer of the week, was a hoppy IPA with good flavor, amber color and malty notes. Weihenstephaner Hefeweizen was on tap and is always a classic, but my faves were the Palm Amber and Brooklyn Helles Keller. The Palm is a fine dark Belgian, a hoppier brown. The H-K is a real find, but it seems that Brooklyn Brewery made it special and won't be making it again. It's worth a visit to this alehouse to try, if you like their beers. It's like a punched-up pilsner, reminiscent of the superior Keller Pilsner that High Point Brewery also made as a one-shot. Let's hope this style garners popularity and both breweries add these to their rosters permanently. Other Belgians I had were the Gruut Amber and an excellent white that was similar to Delirium Tremens.
Many drinks later...

The gals had vodka-cranberry and Stoli Blackberry as usual, but did try shots of the house-flavored Granny's Apple Pie vodka, which was a bit strong but very tasty for a straight vodka shot. It reminded me of homemade cherry vodka I've had a the Metropole Russian restaurant in Minneapolis. They steep apple slices and spices in it, imparting a golden color and lots of flavor. The homemade Caribbean Rum Punch was fantastic and potent, too. Lots of fruit juices and a hell of a kick. Our bartender was Milan, a friendly guy who we closed the joint with. He was drinking anejo with a chaser, and we talked for a long while. It's a place we'll definitely visit again. 3 meals and drinks all night was about $55 each, and we drank a lot.
So much that on the way home we accosted two gals visiting from Australia, and chatted them up for who knows how long.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

High Point Brewery - Abbey Red Ale and Keller Pilsner, and a concern.

This weekend at the Ramstein Brewery they had two new limited edition brews, available in growlers only. If you missed out this weekend, I recommend you head on up to the brewery and get some, they were both quite good. The crowd was surprisingly light-- everyone was probably down the Shore-- and it was a great day for drinking beer.

The Abbey Red Ale is red and tasty, similar to the amber but with that familiar strong malty flavor that Irish Reds have. This was definitely better than the Samuel Adams Irish Red; I killed a six-pack of that for July 4th, so I'd know. It has fruity notes and that signature crisp fresh flavor you only get when it's fresh from the brewery.

More memorable was the fantastic Keller Pilsner- their standard Golden Lager before it is lagered! Unfiltered and "fresh from their fermenter," I wish I'd gotten a growler of this before I got my Red Ale and Blonde. It's that good. Call ahead and see if they have any left, and drive to the brewery... you won't regret it. Their Lager isn't my favorite of their beers- too clean for me, I like my beers best unfiltered-- so this was perfect. Like a fruitier, hoppier version of the Blonde with less of the familiar wheaty head, it's just fantastic.

I may have to drive up and buy a new growler to fill up. I wouldn't regret it. It's a shame the Keller Pilsner won't be seen again. That and the infamous Double Platinum Blonde are too good to disappear. Their Oktoberfest is world class and definitely deserves to be bottled.

Greg & company really make some fantastic beers, but they can be hard to find even this close to the brewery. The last time I bought Blonde, it was past its date and I had to return it (Bottle King, Glenridge). Now that hurt. I'm beginning to think going to the brewery every month may be bad for the brewery. I want to support them at my local liquor store.

I want Ramstein to be as big and popular as Dogfish Head, or better yet, Brooklyn Brewery or Abita- still regional and true to their origins, but with a bigger repertoire to taste regularly, and better distribution. I guess the only way to help is to drink more of their great beer!

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Greasy Spoons: Sake Bar Hagi

All the best Japanese places I've been to in New York are underground. Sake Bar Hagi is a Japanese gastropub of sorts- Tokyo comfort food and $11 pitchers of Sapporo and Ki-rin is the fare. I've wanted to go here since Anthony Bourdain mentioned it on his New York show with Andrew Zimmern. It's not far from Radio City and Times Square, secreted in a basement hollow near a sushi bar, it's open till 3am, and serves quick bar food like chicken yakitori for $2 a skewer, a great bargain for sit-down bar food in NYC.
"We sell forbidden objects from places men fear to tread.."

The last time we came, there was a line out the door and up the stairs; this time we got lucky for a Saturday night after a show. We waited about 5 minutes for a corner table, and snugged in. The place is small and cozy and noisy with mostly Japanese patrons watching horse racing on big screen TVs, over platters of fried goodies and drinkin' foods. It reminded me of my short time in Tokyo and Niigata. I didn't hit many bars out there, in fact the one I remember was run by a Canadian ex-pat, with poutine served hot 'n gooey, and many shots of Canadian Club 12-year poured freely.
Belly up to the bar or snug into a table. No frogurt, though.

Here we perused the multi-page menu that had everything from fried slices of beef tongue (better than it sounds!) and spaghetti with ketchup (Japanese drunk food) to more familiar Japanese fare like gyoza dumplings and sashimi. The specials blackboard was thankfully written in Japanese and English, so we started off with a plate of Berkshire Pork dumplings, which were tender and tasty. Berkshire is a rare breed in England; the Japanese-bred pigs were brought over in the 1800's and are raised like Wagyu (Kobe) beef. It was hard to tell how marbled the pork was from a tiny bit in a dumpling, but they were very good. And only $4.
Yellowtail collar- grilled nummies in there.

It ends up being a lot like Dim Sum; they don't push carts around, but the menu is mostly appetizer sizes with a few big plates, like the chopped steak. The biggest plate we ordered was the Grilled Yellowtail collar ($7.50), which Bourdain raved about. It was excellent- rich and tender pieces of yellowtail to be plucked out from the bony collar with your chopsticks. Luckily, I picked around inside and found the biggest chunk hiding in there. It had the rich oily flavor of belly meat.
A shrimpstrosity

We sampled a few other appies too- the chicken yakitori meatball skewer ($2), a huge shrimp skewer ($4), and a huge potato croquette ($4) which was a bit bland but otherwise nice and crisp on the outside. The shrimp was flavorful but a little overdone, the meatballs were a great cheap bar snack. There's so much more on the menu, like okonomiyaki, takoyaki (fried octopus balls), and of course, may different kinds of sake. We had Sapporo, thanks. If they had Suntory Malt, my fave beer from Japan, I would have been thrilled.

Overall this is a great find, a cozy hideaway between Times Square and Radio City. Sort of like the Burger Joint at the Parker Meridien for those who love Japanese food. Or anything fried on a stick.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Shaka vs. the Shocker, and the Southernmost Bar in the U.S.


We like extremes here in America. The biggest ball of twine (Cawker, KS). The most expensive hamburger (The Burger Royale at DB Bistro Moderne, NYC). The biggest asshole (goatse guy). So when we learned that the Southernest Bar in the United States was on the island of Hawai'i, we had to trek there when we visited.
The shaka sign

The bar is called Shaka's, named after the "hang loose" Hawaiian hand sign. It resides in the small town of Na'ahelu, which is between Volcanoes National Park and the southernmost tip of the island, which is occupied mostly by wind farms and a few ranches. If you take the drive down to Shaka's, there are a few things to see on the way. For one, Highway 11 passes through miles of old lava fields, so it looks like you're driving through a desolate wasteland. The a'a lava, sharp and unweathered, stretches on one side of the highway to the sea, and to the base of Mauna Loa on the other.
That's the shocker, not the shaka!

They use the terms mauka and makai to differentiate between "toward the mountains" and "toward the ocean." Especially on the big island, where there is a ring around the shore and only a few roads inland, like the infamous Saddle Road between Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea, north and south have little meaning. All the roads are toward one town or another. On the way down, we passed the Punalu'u Black Sand beach, so I swung a sharp left in the Jeep and drove on down. Past a windy golf course, and dotted with tents with local families chilling andd grilling, this is how you enjoy the beach on the windy side of the island.
Black sand beach

Another 20 minutes down the road or so and you reach Na'ahelu. Shaka's is past the gas station and the post office, with parking in front and out back. It's hard to miss the big blue building. We dropped in for some Kona brews and burgers. Firecracker had a burger smothered with mushroom gravy and sweet Maui onions, with some delicious fried potato wedges on the side. They call them hash browns, so get them instead of the fries. I had a South Seas fish sandwich with mahi and light tangy tartar sauce. It was fresh and delicious. The beer was good too- I had a few Kona Lavaman Red Ales. Service was a little slow, even for the islands- he apologized for being short on staff- but everything was tasty and we didn't wait too long.
No lighthouse, just a big reflecting sign

So they are worth a stop, even if you don't want to say that you've had a beer at the Southernmost Bar in the U.S., for their good food and selection. If you've come this far, you might as well drive another 12 miles to South Point, the wave-bashed rocky beach that is the most southerly spot on the isle. You can see the stark contrast between the calm, Kona side of the island and the windy Hilo side, as the waves crash nonstop to your left, and the seas stand still to your right.
LeftRight

The beaches were covered with locals fishing, but we didn't see anyone catch anything. A few miles down a 4x4 road, and there's a Green Sand beach, but we didn't have a lot of time or good directions to it. It gives us a reason to come back, other than the island's beauty and the friendliness of the people. Next time I want to stay in Kona, so Firecracker can go horseback riding with the paniolos, and I can drive to the top of Mauna Kea. Or sit at the Kona Brewing Company having some more of their excellent Wailua wheat and Pipeline porter.

51 years ago there was a tree here.

On the way back we stopped at the spot where Mark Twain planted a monkeypod tree in the 1860's. It stood until 1957, when a typhoon uprooted it. I'm still reading his Letters from Hawaii; it's good, but slow going. He was still young and hadn't gotten his steam yet. I imagine he'd have commented on the most Southerly Commode in the U.S., which Firecracker and I did make use of. We were most thankful that the heavy winds didn't knock it over.

Most Southerly Shitters in the States


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You are here.

The white dot by the black square is that reflective sign.

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Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Brooklyn Brewery Jazz Bar at Newark Airport

If you're in Newark airport and like good beer, this is the place to go. There's an Irish pub in terminal C that has Smithwick's and Guinness, but if you like microbrews only this bar will sate you.

Prepare for airport prices- $8 for an Imperial pint- but the fresh draught Brooklyn Brewery beers are well worth it. They have their lager, Brown Ale, Pennant Ale, Pale ale, and Brooklyner Weisse on tap.
We had the brown and weisse, and a chicken quesadilla that we could choke down. A burger might be a better choice.

The bar is in Terminal C at gate 124, so if you're there waiting for a plane grab a good brew so you're pleasant and giddy company on your flight.

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Ramstein Double Platinum Blonde

It's that time of the month again, when High Point Brewery, maker of Ramstein beers, opens its doors for tours and tasting. Much more welcome than a visit from Aunt Flo, let me tell you.This time they released their fantastic Double Platinum Blonde, a double hefeweizen, a rare brew anywhere and definitely worth a trip to the brewery for.


It has all the smoothness of their flagship Blonde Hefeweizen, with a deeper full body and plenty of fruit notes within its wheaty character. It's really fantastic, and it's a shame they don't bottle it. You don't see beers of this type very often, much less this quality.


The crowd was lighter than usual, and I attribute that to the Maibock season being over. Well, Maibock fans, you should have come for the Double Platinum! Your loss. I grabbed a growler of it, and another of the classic, which I've fast become fond of. Their best creation is still the even rarer Eisbock, based on their Winter Wheat, a smooth and chocolatey seasonal brew. The Eisbock version, which requires 3 days of 25 degree weather to make, is even smoother and something like 12.5% alcohol. That'll warm you up on a cold winter day. If only they could make it every year. Maybe they could borrow a deep freeze from someone, if they could find one big enough...
The tour, now without stair-climbing for safety

Hefeweizens and Weiss beers are my favorites, and Greg & company at Ramstein have been top on my list since I found the Blonde at the now-gone Triangle Hofbrau restaurant on Route 23. I took Darth Milk there on his 21st birthday in the pouring rain, and we saw "Ramstein Blonde 22oz" on the beer list. Being fans of the German band Rammstein, we had to try it, and we haven't regretted it since. It reminded me of the first weissbier I had at Gasthof zur Gemutlichkeit, a brauhaus in Minneapolis, and I haven't had a better one, even when I went to Bavaria. As you'd learn on the tour, they get their wheat, hops and yeast from a Bavarian source for which they have an exclusive partnership.

Johnny finds the button which frees the beer elves

If you like Belgian beers, don't overlook the German weissbiers, especially the ones coming out of Butler New Jersey, by High Point Brewery. Their Classic Hefeweizen with its darker character is a delicious amber brew, and their flagship Blonde is rightfully famous for being the best German-style hefeweizen found on this continent. Their Oktoberfest is another award-winner, and their maibock is my favorite harbinger of spring.


If you can't make it on the Second Saturday of the month from 2-4pm for the Open House, call the brewery and stop by during the week, where you can get a growler filled (or purchase an empty if you need one) or get six-packs. Their site also lists bars and stores that carry their beer; Bottle King is always a safe bet. Beer lover's havens in NYC such as Gingerman Pub, and Spuytin Duivil carry Ramstein on tap regularly, as does the Kabin (home of the Tommy Danger Comedy Hour). Andy's Corner Bar in Bogota (convenient to the GWB and Hiram's hotdog stand) also carries it on tap, including specialties like the Double Platinum and they even had the Eisbock.

Even if you don't like beer, the hefeweizen, along with Belgian whites, are the place to start. Smooth and silk and a very mild hop note without bitterness, there's nothing better on a warm summer day. My limes are going bad because I keep going for the growler instead of making a gin & tonic on warm days. Thankfully the brewery now takes credit cards, so you can buy a half-dozen growlers if you want to. And after a taste, you will. Oh, and why not stop at the Bee Line for a chili dog on the way to or from the brewery? On a nice day you can sit at their picnic table by the stream, though I don't think you can BYOB.

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

Greasy Spoons - The Bee Line of Bloomingdale


Also known as the Busy Bee Lunch, this little caboose of a lunch truck has tantalized me on the way to the High Point Brewing company on many a visit. We visited them a few times, and I must say they make a fine chili dog. Enough so that I'd tell you about it. In the shadow of Federal Hill and along the Paterson-Hamburg Turnpike in Bloomingdale is the terminus of the "Bee Line," as the lunch truck is called.
One chili, one works (chili and onions, apparently)

They have some picnic tables under the familiar Sabrett's hot dog stand umbrellas, and ample parking for eating in your car when the weather isn't worth enjoying. When the weather is nice, the bubbling creek nearby helps drown out the traffic, and downstream you might see some trout fishermen wading into the water. There's a thin park along the stream if you want to walk off your lunch.
The menu

They mainly serve good old dirty water dogs, with the usual toppings, but they also serve Italian style; we haven't tried those yet to see if they fry the dogs or just use the boiled ones. They claim to have the best chili sauce as they all do, and theirs is certainly in the running. It's got a lot of meat in it, and has a nice smoky flavor. It doesn't get drowned out by the tomato flavor, and it's good and chunky like real chili instead of the liquid a lot of places make. They use good old fashioned cheese sauce for the cheese, and raw tangy onions are a nice pairing with their chili.
The scenic view

I'm not sure it's worth a special trip, but it's a nice place to stop for a bite if you're going to hike Federal Hill, home of the infamous Iron Door, or stop by the Ramstein brewery over at 22 Park Place in Butler, for their monthly open house. I've talked about them often, what I consider the best micro brew on the East coast for their wheat beers. They have an open house every second Saturday of the month, and sometimes serve food- this time they had roast pork and beef, delicious cured ham, spaetzle and veggies, good German fare to go with their Bavarian-style wheat beers. On the days they don't serve food, the Bee Line is the place to go. A nice gummy hot dog bun is the perfect sponge to prepare the stomach for beer tasting, and the chili dogs they sling into them make you crave a cold one to wash it down with.

Here's the spot on Google Maps.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

Laughs at the Komedy Kabin (not the Ha-Ha Hole)

Mr. Funny Man Adam Wilson

Last night I decided to forgo Lost and came into town to see Adam's show, the Tommy Danger Comedy Hour, at the Kabin in the Lower East Side. Beforehand, Firecracker I ate at Gandhi around the corner, a decent Indian place. I had fiery vegetable vindaloo that is still traumatizing me. Like a divorce. Katie showed up later and on the way out she pointed us to Mara's Homemade, a little Cajun seafood/Arkansas BBQ place with 3 different Abita beers on tap, and oysters, shrimp and crawfish flown in 3 times a week from Louisiana. We suddenly regretted having Indian food, and had a few beers there while we chatted up the owner.
The sign of sweet treasure.

The Kabin is a decent bar with a good selection- they had Weihanstephaner Hefe-Weiss on tap, and Ramstein Classic in bottles, but they were out. They also had Delirium Tremens, the aptly named 9.5% alcohol Belgian triple. The jukebox was playing "Fiesta" by the Pogues, and I had my Pogues shirt on from the concert the other night, so the barmaid gave me a free shot of Jameson after we talked about the band. Her name was Michelle, and I was warned about her temper previously. I forgot, and that would later be my undoing.
Forgot your name but you were very funny.

The comedians were pretty good all around; some were aided by our drinking earlier. The venue is pretty tight, just couches and sofas very close to the mike stand, so heckling was inevitable; thankfully it was kept to a minimum, except for some guy with horrific maroon paisley pants. Adam would point them out later.
Sean ended the set.

The Tommy Danger Comedy Hour is a good place to be on a Thursday night at 9, the guys are funny and the bar is comfy, has a good selection and decent prices, plus a happy hour that covers top shelf liquor, so even if the comics are having an off night they'll be funny. Dinner at Mara's homemade around the corner would make it a full and enjoyable evening on the town for all and sundry.
Mr. Schneider the Easy Rider and his Famous pants.

One thing to be mentioned, do not fuck with the deer head and piss off Michelle. I bought her a shot to smooth things over.
Not as funny as I think I am.


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Sunday, March 9, 2008

Ramstein Brewery Open House

Greg, the brewery founder, and myself.

The glorious day of March 8th was the first open house of the High Point Brewing Company for 2008. It was also host to one of the fiercer rainstorms of recent memory, but that didn't stop us, or a hundred or so other beer nuts from showing up for the debut of their seasonal Maibock. That's Germanian for "May Bock," or lighter bock to celebrate Spring. It was well worth the trip through flooded streets and highways, and the puddle-strewn parking lot to taste their seasonal brew.

The brewery has open house on the second Saturday of every month, except January and February; so we were quite thirsty for the freshest Ramstein beer to be had. Usually there's a line out the door, but due to the inclement weather they were kind and let everyone in early. It was packed, probably because with the rain there was nothing better to do, but I like to think that like bears, we were done hibernating and came out of our caves hungry for beer. Beer bears. Grar. The Mai Bock lager was served in a Real Austrian Oak CaskTM and tasted smooth, crisp and fruity. I haven't had many mai bocks, but I liked it better than Abita's Mardi Gras Bock, which is quite good.
Pouring some of the fine ould stuff.

Now they have to hand out tickets so you can only have 4 samples of beer; back in the day, it used to be unlimited, but some folks might overindulge. My friend Johnny, the goat-wrangling Marine, got quite soused the day before he went to Iraq, but he wasn't driving and a good time was had by all. We managed to get a few more tickets by bringing the door guy a beer, but we didn't use all of them.

Sarah is in mid-burp, for the record. File under "future blackmail."

We met up with Mike (center) and Crazy-Ass Steve the Rooftop Rowdy (left) but the weather put a halt to our usual shenanigans. The brewery sometimes serves food for special occasions, but this time it was just snacks like cheesy poofs, cheese cubes, peanuts and chips. Sometimes we fill up at the Bee Line hotdog stand on Hamburg Turnpike, which makes a good chili dog. Next time we go I'll get photos, it's in a tiny caboose from a miniature train.

The fine man who fills the growlers.

They give a tour of the brewery as well, explaining the brewing process, from what grains and yeast they use, to how they bottle the beers, and the use of lagering tanks to make a lager. The highlight of the tour is when the guide climbs up the stairs and falls, but that only happens on the best of days.

The spellbinding tour.

You can find their Ramstein Blonde HefeWeizen at many bars and stores in the area, and if you're lucky the Classic dunkelweiss as well. I've found their seasonal Winter Wheat, a chocolatey doppelbock, in some New Jersey stores as well. But if you like beer, it is worth visiting the brewery on an open house day to taste it fresh, for free, and take some home in a six pack or a growler if you like it. They're consistently high rated, and they use an exclusive Bavarian yeast so it tastes a lot like the best wheat beers I had in Germany, and Bavaria in particular. If you can't make it to Munich, you can get your ass to Butler and enjoy the hell out of some.

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Sunday, March 2, 2008

Patrick, the Patron Saint of Public Embarrassment

These carbombs only terrorized our sobriety.

Patrick is the patron saint of public embarrassment, according to how his holiday is celebrated. Not to be sacrilegious, he is the patron saint of Ireland, the homeland of my grandfather (Bray, County Wicklow, for those counting) and it is part of the common myth that he drove the snakes out of Ireland, so if you keep his medal in your pocket, you won't get cockblocked on St. Patrick's Day.

In Hoboken St. Patrick's Day is celebrated on March 1st. Ask not why, don't look a gift horse in the mouth, especially if it's a draft horse lugging kegs of beer. We ventured cross the Hudson to experience what Hoboken had to offer on this holy day for Irishmen and drinkers. Sarah and I met up with Katie and her friend Laura from upstate, and later my pals Johnny, Sean and Andy, and finally my cousin Lou "the actor I doth knighted King Douche" and his girlfriend Courtney (not Love, thank all the gods in heaven).

We began braving the cold to slog to a party thrown by a guy named Matt, about 80 blocks away from the PATH station, at least it felt that way in the sudden icy winds. Next door to Matt's was Fiore's House of Quality, a deli. You know they're quality, it's right in their name. They are also Famous for their Mozzarella. Now every Italian deli or salumeria in Jersey fights for the best mozz title so I took it with a grain of salt. And some salami. And I must say Fiore's is in the running, their sign is no travesty. To build a solid foundation to drink upon, we introduced the New York transplant gals to the sangweech, the term for any sloppy sandwich using Italian deli products upon a crusty loaf. And yes, I constructed that sentence deliberately so I could use the words crusty loaf.
Genoa salami, fresh mozzarella, and roasted peppers.

We'd heard that most bars had a $20 and higher cover charge and a line out the door, but Matt told us o