#beer culture

[menoftiktok]

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[bartenderthreads]

From Sudsy Beginnings to Hopscotch Heaven: A Toast to the Quad Cities' Brewing History

Sip-Sized Q.C. History The Quad Cities, cradled by the mighty Mississippi River, boasts a brewing heritage as rich and robust as its beers. Fueled by an influx of German immigrants and a thirst for quality ales, the region’s brewing history stretches back to the mid-1800s. Let’s raise a glass and check out the story of how the Quad Cities transformed from a brewing hub to a craft beer…

[mapsoffun]

The one thing I really do like about being in New York during the holiday season is seeing my favorite places decked out in decorations. It makes these places just a little cozier, so I was happy to see some lights go up at Beer Culture.

[thefreedomchasers]

Craft Beer Delights: Explore The Best Breweries In Whistler BC

Whistler is one of those places that has so much to see and do. This charming mountain town has built a reputation for world-class skiing and snowboarding, epic mountain biking trails, and beautiful crystal clear lakes. Half a party town, half a luxurious mountain resort village, one thing is certain: you will drink well in Whistler!  As the craft beer enthusiasts we are, we loved visiting all…

[funandfitness]

Cheers and Discoveries: Exploring the Brews with Zach Stone - Volume 3

Join beer aficionado Zach Stone on an exhilarating journey through the vibrant world of craft beer in "Cheers and Discoveries: Exploring the Brews with Zach Stone - Volume 3." In this captivating volume, Zach immerses himself in the ever-evolving beer landscape, uncovering hidden gems and sharing his expert insights. From innovative breweries to unique beer styles, this immersive experience takes readers on a delightful exploration of flavors, aromas, and the stories behind each brew. With Zach's discerning palate and passion for beer, readers will be captivated by his engaging anecdotes, expert recommendations, and valuable tasting notes. Embark on a beer-tasting adventure and expand your beer knowledge with Zach Stone as your trusted guide.

[themanhattanfoodproject]

I’ll take any excuse to go back to New York, so on a recent short jaunt there I enjoyed some of my favorite foods, including getting sandwiches at All'Antico Vinaio and then enjoying some beers at Beer Culture after a visit to the MoMA.

[whollyjoly]

hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go oh, listen whistle roll (baby the, the sun is getting low)

the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)

(song insp.)

[cabaredasaquarianas]

[currymuttonpizza]

ROSHHASHANAHTOBERFEST!!! they overlap this year. (I am fully aware that Austria =/= Bavaria but you can't tell me he wouldn't be living it up at Oktoberfest anyway. I should have drawn him in Tracht tbh ah well)

Did you know that those iconic decorative German beer steins you see in every tourist shop are actually a Jewish invention? Neither did I until a few weeks ago. So obviously I wanted to include this - it's something that has gone uncredited for so long, but is still a shining example of how Jewish presence can be seen in so many ways, even in something so stereotypically Germanic that people worked so hard to whitewash. It's a testament to our legacy.

Pomegranates are eaten for the new year (it is said that there are 613 seeds in them which is the number of commandments given) and apples and honey for a "sweet new year." Roderich is also holding a honey cake (made in a Gugelhupfform NATURALLY for him) which also symbolizes the sweet new year, and the round shape symbolizes time as a circle.

I purposefully drew him without glasses, and smiling, for this. Canon notes that his glasses are only there because he thinks he looks plain or uninteresting without them - they're a sign of insecurity and facade. I wanted to show him happy, relaxed, free, and at his most comfortable.

Happy New Year!

[orangeisms]

two dead men in a dingy motel room

[cerise-on-top]

Eating Jausn with König

A Brettljausn is just about the best thing out there. I wrote this back in November when my classmates decided to talk about Easter and Osterjausn, so the formatting is different. However, I thought it would work well with the Easter post, so I decided to post it now.

“Honey, what is that?” You looked at the wrinkly, dark colored thing in front of you. It might have been a sausage, on closer inspection. The plate was well filled with all kinds of meat and cheese. On the side were horseradish, eggs and pepper of all colors. On a small plate in front of you were small, sliced cherry tomatoes, the basket next to it held bread.

“It’s a Brettljause, it’s what we eat on special occasions, such as easter. But you don’t always need one to eat it. Just enjoy the meat, dear. It’s all from regional farmers as well.” König seemed rather content while looking at the food. You knew that Austrians loved their meats and sausages, he had told you about that before and you made fun of him for it, but you didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to prepare something like that. It seemed like that must have taken a lot of work. Must have been fairly costly as well. There was bacon there, it looked fairly good.

You took a piece of bread and picked up some meat with a fork. “And what’s this?”

“That’s Geselchtes. I call it Gsöchts, though. It’s meat that you put in salt water before smoking for a few hours. Before eating, you normally cook it. Don’t worry, this one doesn’t have too much fat on it, you can just cut those pieces off.” He put some gray-ish meat on a slice of bread, adding some egg slices and topping it off with some of the grated horseradish. Its scent wafted through the air, stinging your nose a bit. You watch him take a bite out of the bread, he locks his eyes with yours once he notices. “Is something the matter?”

“No, no, everything’s alright.” You looked at the pink meat on your fork, a bit hesitant to give it a try. König seemed to like this sort of food, he likely wouldn’t have prepared it otherwise. Besides, it was classic Austrian cuisine, apparently, it was only polite of you to try it, at the very least. Taking a bite out of the meat, you ran your tongue across it to give it a taste. You could definitely taste the salt, but it wasn’t too bad. It simply added to the flavor. The meat wasn’t very chewy, but you wouldn’t exactly call it the most tender meat either. It was actually surprisingly good. Instead of putting it on your bread, you simply ate the piece whole before picking up the same thing König had. “And what’s this?”

“Schweinsbratn.” He didn’t even hesitate to gobble up his bread, already on his second one. This time he put some bacon on it with cheese. Eggs and horseradish weren’t missing this time either. One of the tomato slices was lifted off the plate and put on his instead.

You followed his example and put two slices of the meat on your bread, topping it off the same way as him. That meat wasn’t too bad actually either, it was obvious that it was made of pork. With the horseradish being very fresh it was only natural for it to be spicy still. It didn’t disappoint, the taste somewhat reminding you of wasabi, even if your eyes started watering a bit. Your bread was gone soon enough and you opted for another one. There was no telling if König’s next one was his third or fourth one already.

“So, Schatzi.” He prepared another one. “Is it good? Do you like it?”

“Oh, it actually is. It’s pretty good.” Taking some of the red pepper, you put it on your bread with Geselchtem, gulping down a few of the tomatoes. You were sort of surprised this stuff didn’t come with a salad as well.

By the time you were on your third bread, the plate was already pretty empty, with König having eaten quite a lot. He’s always had a rather big appetite, and for that you were grateful, there was no way you could have eaten all of that on your own. You hadn’t tried the dark, cut up sausage yet. Of course, you had no idea what that was either. “What’s this? Sausage?”

König quickly chewed the food in his mouth before swallowing it down. “Yes, that’s Hoatwiastl. Hartwürstel, I suppose. As the name suggests, it’s a hard sausage. It’s very good, though, you have to try it.”

It was rather hard indeed, you were glad it was cut up into smaller slices. Biting into it whole would be another other ordeal. It was too small to put on bread, so you ate it along with it. Once done, you were completely full, incapable of eating another bite. There were still pieces of meat and cheese left on the plate, it was unbelievable. König didn’t seem affected at all, he simply got up and started putting everything away before returning with a bottle. If you had to take an educated guess then there’s a chance “Wein” might have been the German word for “wine”. “Would you like a  Spritzer? It’s essentially wine mixed with soda.”

“Is that really necessary? Do we really need to drink too?”

He chuckled a bit. “It’s a big part of our culture. Alternatively, I can offer you some Gösser or Puntigamer.” With an amused expression, he watched you weigh your options. You didn’t know what either of those things were, probably some sort of beer, thus making you better off with the wine, probably. König even got the two of you some wine glasses. They were fancy looking, but you weren’t sure if you could actually take a sip of that.

He really just put mineral water into some wine, drinking it slowly. With a watchful eye, he almost expected you to take after him, which you did eventually. It tasted exactly the way you’d imagine, sparkly wine with a bit less flavor. Not the worst you’ve ever had. The things you did to make your man happy.

You continued to eat for another few minutes, this time in silence, for the most part. The plate was certainly full at the beginning, you couldn’t believe your eyes when most of it was gone. Still, despite the culture being rather meat heavy, you had to admit, it was pretty good. However, it was very filling. You couldn’t eat another slice of bread, opting for the meat and sausage instead, eating some slices of cheese along with them. Maybe some mayonnaise would have been good with it as well, but you didn’t want to make the suggestion in case König didn’t like it.

After wiping his mouth with a paper towel, he sat back, letting out a content sigh while holding his tummy. Even he seemed to be rather full after the copious amounts of meat he had eaten. Not like you weren’t, however. He took another sip of his Spritzer before putting the plates away, with you helping him out a bit, naturally.

“Thank you for trying some of my food, I do appreciate it. Did you like it?” Cleaning the plates with a sponge, his focus was on getting the last few crumbs off it so he could put it in the dishwasher. You popped one last cherry tomato in your mouth before handing him another plate, giving him a hum of approval.

“Yeah, it was pretty good, but could we maybe eat something less meaty next time? This was quite a lot.”

“Don’t worry, Schatzi, next time we can eat Kasnudeln. They’re also very delicious!”

[mapsoffun]

More highlights from Midtown restaurants that are actually Good: Beer Culture with its super casual vibe (but no cocktails) and Toloaeche with its fabulous raw fish dishes and fish tacos.

[tygerland]

Rainer Werner Fassbinder by Helmut Newton. 1980.

[ifindus]

Scotland: We should at least ask. Norway, what do you think?

Norway: No comment.

I don't know if anyone outside the UK or Norway has heard about this, but Orkney has been looking into other forms of govern and they suggested they become a territory of Norway, operating independently. The UK has since said that this is unacceptable and will NOT be happening regardless. The official Norwegian response was basically just "this is an internal affair, no comment".

[kafkasapartment]

Man & Wife Drinking Krueger Beer, 1950. Harold Feinstein. Silver gelatin photograph.

[speedlimit15]

i miss milwaukee a lot but it’s uhh. how do i put this. not a good place to live long-term if you’re not planning on becoming an alcoholic or being surrounded by them