A Tale of Four Breweries in Billings

Billings, Montana is more than just a pit stop on the way to Yellowstone. As I’ve learned first hand, it’s also a great place to find a good variety of local brews. Despite a population barely over 100,000, Billings has four breweries in walking distance of each other.

In fact, the official Montana travel site, boasts about having the only unofficial walking brewery tour in the state. Since everything is within a one-mile radius, they suggest making the rounds before dinner with stops at the Western Heritage Center and Yellowstone Art Museum along the way.

So what makes the breweries in Billings stand out from those in other areas? I’ve never seen more different types of brewery environments crammed together in the same city. From noisy punk rock warehouses to upscale restaurants to auto repair shop kegs, Billings’ brewers have mastered the art of variety.

Angry Hank’s Brewing Co.

IMG_1417I briefly glanced at an auto repair shop while driving down the dusty, industrial main drag in Billings.”Complete tune-up & carb. repair,” said one sign. “Brake repair,” said another. A sign at the edge of the parking lot said, “Angry Hank’s.”

This was the first brewery I visited in Billings. The tap room, which was situated inside of an abandoned auto shop, was only open from 4-8pm Mondays through Saturdays. I later learned from a local that Montana law allows breweries to operate without a liquor license as long as they maintain very restricted hours and limit the amount of beer served per person.

IMG_1418There were a few people sitting at tables inside a wooden fence patio that aimed to make the auto shop tap room more inviting. There’s no denying that the patio did bring a friendlier vibe than the staff. There was a good number of people hanging out in the tap room and I felt all eyes on me as I walked in. Clearly, I wasn’t recognized as the local girl next door.

IMG_1419Angry Hanks doesn’t do samplers or flights, so don’t bother asking for one. The bartender agreed to give us a couple of tastes to see what we wanted a pint or growler of though. I tried the Anger Management, Imperial Russian Stout, and Raspberry Wheat.

The Raspberry Wheat was tart, bitter, and ultra-light…as expected. The Imperial Stout was good, but wasn’t served in growlers because of the 8.5% alcohol content. What a pity! Therefore, I settled on the Anger Management for a growler fill. It wasn’t anything to write home about,  but the orange-infused Belgian wheat was smooth and refreshing. Plus, it kept the anger of Angry Hanks alive all the way back to the cheap motel room.

Montana Brewing Co.

IMG_1603In stark contract to Angry Hanks, the Montana Brewing Company was reminiscent of brew pubs back in Chicago. Although the brewery was built in 1994, the exterior and interior of the building seemed brand new. And although it was the middle of the day, the brew pub, which was located in the downtown shopping district, pulled in a decently sized crowd.

Also unlike Angry Hanks, this brewery promoted its samplers. I tried an eight-sample flight of the MBC Golden Ale, MBC Wheat, Pomegranate Wheat, Smoked Rye, MBC Amber, Custer’s Last Stout, and Beartooth Espresso Porter.

IMG_1595I tend to be partial towards breweries that go beyond the standard brews and try a few outside-the-box flavors.Three of MBC’s brews met my approval in this regard. Although I wanted to like the Pomegranate Wheat more than I did, it was still unique. It actually smelled and tasted like pomegranate. The brew had a milky color and a tart aftertaste. I didn’t like the Pomegranate Wheat enough to get more of a pint of it, but I did appreciate it for its novelty.

IMG_1596The Smoked Rye, however, was phenomenal and I promptly picked up a growler of it. Unlike many smoky beers, it had a perfect amount of smokiness. Since I was just starting out on an extended camping trip, this brew fit my lifestyle and brought back memories of roasting s’mores around the fire.

I also picked up a growler of the Beartooth Espresso Porter. It was evident that the brewers used real espresso beans, and it was delicious from start to finish. It wasn’t overly bitter, in a black coffee sort of way, but it definitely put anything from Starbucks to shame. Although I didn’t dine at MBC, I couldn’t help but notice their extensive American fare menu.

Carter’s Brewing Co.

IMG_1633Carter’s Brewing Company was somewhat of a cross between the previous two breweries in terms of atmosphere. But unlike the other two, a punk rock band was setting up in the casino area.

IMG_1615Located in the warehouse district and along the train tracks, Carter’s had a hard rock biker bar feel. The most memorable part of Carter’s was the mind-shattering acoustics. Despite the number of drum sets sitting around, the bands had yet to go on stage. However, the sound of people yelling over each other bounced off the walls in a most deafening way.

The brewery’s seating area featured long, wooden tables that were surrounded by beer barrels and brewing vats. It was a cramped, bare bones tap room, but the staff was friendly. Carter’s also does samplers (of four beers each) which include their many seasonal beers. In fact, they have just as many seasonal beers as they do flagship beers.

IMG_1622The Farmhouse Ale La Grisette has a fancy name, but not a fancy taste. It was pretty standard, yet well done and smooth. I wanted to like the Maple Flapjack Brown Ale more than I did. However, it did have a pretty good maple smell, a soft finish, and it was better than your average brown ale.

The Double Truck Red Ale was way too hoppy. Not even the 8% alcohol and slight creaminess could counteract the pure hop fest. The last beer in my sampler was the Carter the Great Imperial Stout. Similar to the maple ale, it had a soft taste that was buttery at the finish. It wasn’t terribly unique, but it was better than most imperial stouts I’ve had.

Yellowstone Brewing Co.

Everyone has a story about the one that got away. And for me, that one was the Yellowstone Brewing Company. Unlike others in Billings, this brewery was closed on Sunday…which was the only day I had available to stop by.

I heard good things about Yellowstone Brewing from Carter’s Brewing, which also sold some of their beers. While chatting with the bartender at Carters, it became clear that the smaller, industrial breweries (like Carter’s and Yellowstone) had a certain distaste for corporate sellouts (like Montana Brewing Co.).

IMG_1619Although I missed my chance to visit Yellowstone Brewing, I was later able to pick up some of their bottled beer in other Montana towns. The Huckleweizen celebrates the state’s obsession with the huckleberry, which grows in the vicinity. It’s very light and tart…good in small doses on a hot, summer day. The Black Widow Oatmeal Stout was a solid beer that had  a good balance between heaviness and flavor.

All in all, Billings reminded me that just because I’d seen one brewery, it doesn’t mean I’ve seen them all. If I would have only stopped at one of Billings’ breweries, I would have assumed that that was representative of the city. Even though I don’t exactly associate Montana with diversity, Billings’ tasting establishments proved to be an exception to the rule.

How to Drink Your Way Through Iowa

How do you top off a trip to visit the world’s largest gnome in Ames, Iowa? By celebrating with lots of drinks…of course!

There are six long, grueling hours between Ames, Iowa and Chicago. Fortunately, there are plenty of places to stop along the way.

Without further ado, here’s a road map (in photos) of how you too can drink your way through Iowa. Don’t mind the monkeys and gnomes…they’re of legal age and they can probably handle their liquor better than you can.

1. Court Avenue Restaurant and Brewing Company, Des Moines, IA.

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2. Exile Brewing Company, Des Moines, Iowa

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3. John Ernest Vineyard and Winery, Tama, IA

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4. Third Base Brewing Company, Cedar Rapids, Iowa
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5. Ackerman Winery, Amana Colonies, Iowa

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6. Millstream Brewing Company, Amana Colonies, Iowa

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7. Backpocket Brewing Company, Coralville, Iowa

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IMG_1477We all knew that a lot of booze was consumed in Iowa, but who knew that so much of it was made within its borders? Not I, said the drunkard.

Crow Peak Brewing Company – Spearfish, South Dakota

As you might have noticed, I base a lot of my travel plans around what breweries are in the area. But when you’re traveling through South Dakota, breweries are pretty few and far between.

On Day #5 of the infamous Mondakoming Workcation, my boyfriend and I stopped for a road trip break at the Crow Peak Brewing Company in Spearfish, South Dakota. We had previously stopped at a terrible “Mexican” restaurant next door, called Guadalajara.

*Note to self: never try ethnic foods in places that have no population for said ethnicity. 

Outside of Crow Peak Brewing Company

Outside of Crow Peak Brewing Company

After washing down our cold, fake cheese and wilted lettuce, Crow Peak did not disappoint. The brewery was housed in a new-construction over-sized log cabin and was quite pleasant inside as well. Apparently, the brewery got a major overhaul in 2009, expanding to include a large tap room, thirty-barrel brew system, and a can line.

Lean Horse Ale Bus

Lean Horse Ale Bus

There was a bus outside, naming one of their flagship beers on the side. I’m not sure what the purpose of the bus is, aside from advertising, but I sure it’s used to transport drunk people around. This place isn’t exactly in the downtown area, so a little last-call transportation could do a town like this some serious good.

I respect Crow Peak’s eco-friendly approach to canning their beers as well.  Cans are easier to transport (and sneak into festivals), the keep beer fresher longer, and they’re more recyclable than glass bottles.

Delicious Crow Peak Tap Room

Delicious Crow Peak Tap Room

But what about the beer, you ask? Here’s what they had on tap:

  1. Cream Ale 
  2. Lean Horse
  3. Bitter
  4. Spear
  5. 11th Hour IPA
  6. Black Ale
  7. Brown
  8. Porter

And yes, I tried all of them. We snagged two samplers, at $4.50 each and settled in on the upstairs porch to enjoy some sunshine and warm wind.

Me Enjoying Some Crow Beak Samples in the Sun

Me Enjoying Some Crow Beak Samples in the Sun

The Cream Ale didn’t exactly blow me away, but it did have a full bodied flavor. I wanted to like it more. The Lean Horse was pretty bland and I had absolutely nothing to write down in my notebook as a I drank it. I thought the Bitter would be bitter (naturally), but it wasn’t. It tasted similar to the Lean Horse, in blandness anyway. The Spear was Hoppy, yet drinkable. As much as I generally dislike IPAs, I could actually drink a pint of this one.

Sampler #1

Sampler #1

Conversely, the 11th Hour IPA embodied exactly what an IPA should be. For my taste buds, a small sample was plenty. The Black Ale was somewhat hoppy but pleasantly drinkable after the 11th Hour.

*Sidebar: I like my IPAs like I like my men…dark. 
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The Brown Ale was totally standard and unremarkable, as they usually are. The Porter was so soft I proclaimed that I could lie my head down on it and take a nap. Perhaps I was just tired from the long drive, but it was very smooth from start to finish.
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Thus far, Crow Peak is the one and only brewery I’ve been to in South Dakota. Have you been to any others? I’m all ears for suggestions to break up the drive back!

One Dark, Dry Night in San José

IMG_1502My boyfriend’s head didn’t explode and my Customs form wasn’t rejected. A wave of relief swept over me as I took the first steps out of the airport in San José, Costa Rica.

IMG_1504Sinus infections and flight chaos were the last things on my mind as I felt the 85-degree heat smack me in the face. I quickly thought and forgot about all those suckers back in negative 85-degree Chicago.

My boyfriend and I were determined to travel like locals and take city buses everywhere to save money and shame. Not unexpectedly, we were bombarded with cab offers the second we walked outside. I guess a white girl and an Indian guy with huge backpacks don’t exactly look like Costa Rican locals.

IMG_1520Utilizing broken Spanish language skills, we quickly found the correct bus stop and hopped on board. Apparently, buses are THE way to get around in San José. They felt clean and safe, and there was a ton of them going in all directions throughout the city. The best part was that a bus ride only cost about $1 USD!

I don’t think I’ll ever pack an oversize wheeled suitcase ever again. Making use of my previously under-used REI backpack was the best decision I could have made. The streets of San José were narrow and crowded. I bumped into enough locals as it was, so I can’t imaging navigating with a monstrosity on wheels.

We exchanged some dollars for colones and strolled the streets in search of cheap grub. There was lots of traffic (mostly scooters) and I nearly died on several occasions crossing the street without looking both ways.

Growing hungrier and crankier, we stopped at some nameless hole-in-the-wall for sandwiches. I nabbed a Costa Rican version of a ham & cheese sandwich and a beer. This was my first experience with Imperial. The light, standard-tasting beer is made in Costa Rica so while I’m a bit of a craft beer snob back home, I drink like the locals when I travel.

Two sandwiches and two beers, plus tip, cost us about 4500 colones….which comes out to about $9 USD. Not bad! The bad ’80’s pop ballad music blasting throughout the basement restaurant was a nice touch as well.

After lunch, we went on a hunt for a place to sleep. Advance research advised us that there were plenty of hostels in San José, so we weren’t overly concerned with booking one in advance during non-peak season.IMG_1569

We picked a hostel called Hotel Musoc and stayed in Room #34, which cost only 10,000 colones ($20 USD) for a private room with a double bed and bathroom. One additional bonus…a baby crib!

IMG_1535When we arrived at Hotel Musoc in the early afternoon, we were told that the electricity was out in the whole neighborhood. The hostel owner held a flashlight over his daughter’s head while she checked our passports and took our money.

The hostel may have been priced so cheaply because it was located directly over an incredibly busy bus terminal. Fortunately, the chaos died down about 9pm, just in time for slumber. That’s about the time that the electricity and running water started working again too.IMG_1541

From that one dark, dry night in San José, I clearly remember the hazy sky, looming clouds obscuring distant mountains, persistent honking of scooters, and constantly being approached by locals asking if we needed directions. With minimal advice, we survived the night and found our way to a 5am bus headed for the Arenal Volcano the next morning.

To be continued…

Tips on Biking in a Torrential Downpour

The day didn’t get off to a good start. Plans had been made to spend the gorgeous summer day embarking upon a day-long bike ride. Realizing that I had left my tire pump in my Jeep, I went downstairs to retrieve it.

To my shock and dismay, I found that the spare tire had been stolen off the back of my nearly brand new Jeep. And in case you wondered, Jeep tires are far from cheap.

“That’s it,” I proclaimed, “We’re going to the casino!”

The day’s bike route was quickly altered to include a stop to the Horseshoe Casino in Hammond, Indiana. Despite only minimal prior success playing blackjack, I was determined to win enough money to buy myself a new Jeep tire.

The route began in the South Loop of Chicago. After hopping on and off the Lakefront trail, the route went through the streets of some very “interesting” neighborhoods. Then a large interstate blocked the route, necessitating the need to improvise and explore even more interesting neighborhoods.

Not surprisingly, I did not hit the blackjack jackpot at the Horseshoe Casino. I got up about $100 and then started to lose repeatedly.After walking away with a measly $15 in winnings, the next logical stop was a drinking establishment. The bike trip continued with a stop to Three Floyds Brewery in Munster, Indiana.

However, these worthwhile plans were interrupted by a massive storm front moving in. Just a couple miles into the fifteen mile trek, rain drops began to fall. It was refreshing on a warm August afternoon. Then the lightning and thunder started, and the rain started coming down harder and harder.

The winds picked up and the booming thunder shook the ground beneath me. Lightning was striking the ground and making the electricity in the area go out. Without being able to see or move, we pulled the bikes under a gas station awning. The temperature had drastically. I was shivering, ringing out my t-shirt, and impatiently waiting for the storm to let up just a bit.

The brewery destination turned out to be an ultimate fail as well. Three Floyds, which is run by a less than pleasant staff, had an undetermined wait time and the only place to wait was out in the downpour.

Starving and cranky, a quick Yelp search advised that the closest place to pick up grub was a Red Lobster. Never before have cheddar biscuits and a Baileys & coffee tasted so delicious.

Still desperately in need of good beer and a train ride home, the next stop was Flossmor Station Restaurant and Brewery in Flossmoor, Illinois. The rain was still coming down, but it had let up to a more manageable level.

With this experience in mind, I offer you the following tips on biking in a torrential downpour (among other things):

  1. DON’T expect to win back your stole goods at a casino.
  2. DON’T pick a route that doesn’t have paved roads just because you’re a wannabe mountain biker.
  3. DON’T pick a route through the ghetto just because it might be more interesting.
  4. DO bring extra layers so you don’t catch pneumonia.
  5. DO have backup plans in place for post-biking beer consumption.
  6. DO pull over and seek shelter if lightning is striking things all around you.

If you would actually like legitimately helpful advice, check out James Schwartz’ article in The Urban Country and some of the posts on bikeforums.net. If you would like more stories of adventure mishaps, then you’re in the right place.

A Tale of Two Breweries: Louisville Edition

 

It was a rainy December evening in Kentucky. We had road tripping for nearly six hours and I needed some good beer. With just a little Yelping, I was pleased to discover a lot of potential as we crossed the bridge into Louisville.

It was getting late and we had a long weekend ahead of us. With that in mind, we negotiated and settled on two breweries to check out: Against the Grain Brewing Company and Bluegrass Brewing Company.

AGAINST THE GRAIN BREWING

1. Atmosphere:

  • An upscale mess hall and a large open space
  • Abstract artwork and drawings of brewery supplies on painted brick walls
  • Moderately crowded for a Friday night

2. What we ordered:

  • Sampler of 6 beers, 4 oz each and two bonus seasonal beers
  • $15 Growler of the Malt

3. Favorites:

  • Whim – tastes like chips made with real vegetables; totally unique; light-bodied; spices of celery, carrots, and onions; would totally get again
  • Malt – sweet from start to finish; 8.4% and strongest tried so far; acidic and almost like vinegar; like cider but darker in color; would get again

4. Failures:

  • Session – skunky smell, but not every time; pretty standard; wouldn’t get again
  • Smoke – the smokiest beer I’ve ever tasted; it’s unique but I can’t taste anything beyond the smoke; much lighter color than most smoke beers; couldn’t drink a whole pint of this
  • Shart Pants – so hoppy I can’t even drink it; 9.1% but so not worth it; light in color

5. Meh:

  • Hop – sweet and bitter at the same time; pitched as really hoppy but not that much; buttery finish
  • Dark – more of a spiced ale than a pumpkin beer; nothing compared to the sweet malt of Pumpking; slight sweet pumpkin smell but not overwhelming

6. Grub:

  • The Fun Guy (veggie burger with mushrooms, rice, walnuts, smoked Parmesan, fried egg, and apricot) – Definitely one of the best veggie burgers I’ve ever had, and believe me – I’ve had a ton of ’em. The mushrooms were tender and flavorful and the fried egg really made it work. The only downside was that it was completely messy and egg and sauce dripped all over myself.

BLUEGRASS BREWING

1. Atmosphere:

  • Low key, sports bar feel with large TVs playing the local games
  • Very empty for a Friday night
  • Our table neighbors ordered some strange drink with 4 toppers that they lit on fire. it was called “pyro something” but I never did figure out the deal with it.

2. What we ordered:

  • Sampler of 7 beers on tap
  • $20 Growler of the bourbon barrel ale

3. Favorites:

  • Dark Star Porter – Good amount of smokiness and better than most of the others here, but a pretty standard aroma
  • Bourbon Barrel Stout – I love these beers pretty much everywhere I try them, so excuse my bias. This was my favorite at this brewery by a long shot. Not too far from the standard but a great aftertaste.

4. Failures:

  • Alt Bier – totally bland and couldn’t come up with a single thing to write about it

5. Meh:

  • Summer Wheat – so light it tasted like water, refreshing but not fulfilling
  • Nut Brown – Not so nutty, again totally bland. What’s going on with this blandness?
  • Christmas Ale – What makes a Christmas beer Christmassy? I don’t get it. This was a spiced ale with nutmeg, but nothing stood out about it. I didn’t smell or taste any cinnamon or anything complex.
  • Raspberry Meade – sweet and very non-beer like; tastes like a Berry Weiss with no carbonation and less syrupy; Am I drinking juice?

6. Grub:

  • Too full from that veggie burger to even consider eating anything for the rest of the day.

And the winner is…………..drum roll please…………………..Against the Grain Brewery!

P.S. – The growlers from each brewery were properly and promptly consumed and enjoyed. Cheers!

Wine on the Road to Nashville

 

It was New Years Eve and I’d been driving through Kentucky for hours. The roadside scenery was sparse and so was my patience.

By this point in the road trip, our conversation had been reduced to reading road signs aloud. However, there was one road sign that I don’t regret reading. It was a sign for the Long Hollow Winery, just outside of Nashville in Goodlettsville, Tennessee.

I won’t pretend to be a wine snob or that I have a well-refined palate. One thing I do know is that I really liked this place. My boyfriend, Sridhar, and I were relieved that the cottage-style building with a large parking lot was open at noon on New Years Eve. Apparently, we aren’t the only ones who like to start early.

A gift shop filled most of the space inside of the winery with a standard array of arts and crafts. Beyond the gift shop, stood a bar that ran along the back of the room. The winery owner, Stu Phillips, greeted us with a warm welcome and immediately offered a taste of seven of his wines. Much to my liking, the portion sizes were generous.

Stu made brief mention about his former life in the music business, as we engaged in idle chit-chat about when he started his winery and how he took care of his vineyard. However, I didn’t learn how involved he was in the Nashville music scene until I began researching for this article.

Stu performed as a recording artist on stage, television, and radio for more than five decades. He was inducted into the Grad Ole Opry in 1967…and here he was serving me wine.

One by one, tiny glasses were filled with Stu’s wine. The poisons of choice were Riesling, Signature, Chardonnay, Scarlet, Plantation, Blackberry, and Strawberry. My tastes are generally swayed by fruit and sweet wines, rather than dry and bland ones. However, none of them were very dry and I would have enjoyed a bottle of any one of the wines I tried.

My number one pick was the Blackberry Wine. My first tasting impression was that of sparking juice. However, sparkling juices don’t exactly contain 14% alcohol. It was smooth, rich, and far too easy to drink. I definitely made sure to pick up a bottle to take back home. Long Hollows’s website even shares a recipe for blackberry wine cake. By now my bottle is long gone, but I really wished I would have picked up a second one to try this recipe.

My number two pick was the Plantation, which is a semi-sweet red wine and an authentic recipe from an old plantation of West Tennessee. It had a slightly bitter and complex taste with flavors I couldn’t exactly put my finger on. This wine would go with pretty much any type of food and went down very smoothly.

Since no one else was visiting the winery at that time, Stu continued to chat with us as we tasted. He told that he had started the winery after realizing that the music business and record sales would never been what they used to in the old days. He said that he actually only had a few days left to work before he retired and turned the business over to his grown children, who ran a good portion of the business anyway.

My road trip pit stops tend to be gas stations and fast food restaurants. I’m glad I glanced up in time to notice the winery billboard as I headed towards Nashville that day. Long Hollow had a refreshing, small-time charm that seemed to shun from the commercialism of the nearby city. And now, I’m inspired to keep my eye out for other wineries that pop up along the way during future road trips.