Another dark beer! This one was also decent. Not much to say.
We’ve heard that the longer you stay in a foreign country, the more you start to loose your native language. It sounds awful but we know it won’t happen to us. Our foreign friends are all silly!
As we were deciding where to explore this weekend, Alissa said, “Let’s make a trip to -” and froze.
Make a trip?
We’re losing it already! EVERYBODY BACK TO THE USA!
I guess we could go to the UK, but we don’t want to be caught saying “crisps” instead of “chips”, the way God intended.
This one was not like the others. I always get excited when I pour a dunkel, especially if I don’t realize it’s a dark beer before I open it. “Wow, this is dark! This one will be different!” I say. But it’s never all that different. It had more toasted flavor, but it wasn’t very strong.
There’s a shindig up in Northern Germany called Kieler Woche, where a bunch of people go sailing. But more importantly, there are food booths set up by restaurants and locals. My brother and his friend, we’ll call them “Gumball” and “Care Bear”, set up a booth last year to sell hamburgers, and it worked out pretty well. They’re doing it again this year, but with beer!
They’re prepared to sell beers in bottles from Brooklyn Brewery, but they’re also selling beer from a keg. They have two options; Warsteiner or Krombacher. Which one should they go with? Naturally, they turned to an expert for tasting notes.
Warsteiner had a larger store presence. I’ve seen this stuff all over Degerloch. It pours a very light, almond yellow, into a 0,25 liter glass. The markings on the glass are from the Stuttgarter Weindorf 2001. That shouldn’t matter.
I rinsed both glasses, and swapped them. Now I’m using a similarly shaped glass-mug-thing from Stuttgarter Weindorf 1999.
Same. Bottom line, the aroma leaves something to be desired, but it’s overall malty. The flavor has good maltiness, especially in the aftertaste. However, the foam and the smell after the initial pour is… not good. Just… I don’t even know how to describe it. It’s in the same category as popcorn-farts.
Alissa confirms the smell is a little off.
This beer was described by my brothers German wife as being “drunk by old men”. So. It should be good. Old men do whatever the hell they want; not because something is cool or fashionable. Sometimes they press this button while on crosswalks, to give them a little extra time to get across the street. But that’s not relevant to this discussion.
The pour is darker, like apple juice. The head lasts longer, but I think that might be a downside when pouring beers from a tap.
Same. Bottom line, it’s got a boring taste, boring smell, and doesn’t really present itself very well.
However, Alissa describes it thus:
Typical German beer. Wheatey in the beginning, but bitter at the end. Soft, grain-based. Like Life cereal.
I would absoutly go with the Warsteiner. Less foam, more malt flavor. But Alissa’s choice was the Krombacher! And she was pretty set on it.
At the end of the day, both beers are fine. They’re both typical German beers, and I don’t really think they can go wrong here. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.
We almost adopted a mountain goat. It tried to follow us home, because it liked us. Here’s a picture of our Schneeziege.
That was before she saw us. After we got closer, we called out to her. “Hallo Schneeziege!” She looked up, and kept her eyes on us. We know she liked us, because she followed us with her head.
You don’t just pee in front of someone unless you feel comfortable with them.
Then she took a drink.
The End.
I picked up a couple chicken breasts marinated in some kind of sauce stuff for dinner. When I got home, I realized that I mis-translated the package. I had pork instead. To make matters worse, I had schweinenackensteaks, which means pig neck steaks.
Before I threw them in the trash, I checked to see if there was some way to salvage the evening. Turns out, they’re perfect for pan frying. And I can fry up a steak, because I am a man.
Slightly Burnt Schweinenackensteaks with Mushrooms in Butter and Chopped Cherry Tomatoes That I Forgot To Salt
I may be the best Hausfrau ever.
I feel like we have these in the US, but is one of those things I associate with nobody. Nobody wants to eat this stuff in the States, right? Anyway, it caught my eye because there was a chance that it was something you slice. But then I saw the meat goo oozing out of the lower part of the package, between the sheets of plastic. Grooooooss!
But as it turns out, this stuff was pretty darn good. I almost ate the whole thing, spread on a brötchen. It was just a sort of savory, spiced meat paste.
Oh, and I feel I should take a few minutes to discuss the “brötchen”. A brötchen is just a mid-sized roll. Brot means bread and the -chen at the end means little or small. They are somehow absolutely delicious. The second time we visited Germany, I looked forward to having a brötchen with butter. That’s all. Oh, and a coffee. I can’t quite put my finger on why they’re better. They’re just a little sweet, a little more moist, and a little chewy. Not that a typical NY roll isn’t similar (although NY rolls can be a bit sour, which is good in it’s own right), but I wouldn’t want to eat a NY roll after it sat around for a day.
So this turned out well. While I was shopping, I saw a black sausage that I haven’t had the guts to purchase. It looked like a big chunk of poo. Maybe I’ll be able to trick Alissa into taking the first bite.