This somewhat cloistered little city, out in the middle of the Central Oregon High Desert, is to brewing what Rome is to religion, Detroit is to cars, and Seattle is to dateless techies.
You’re reading this now because, as with one other post, here, last week, this little gremlin popped up AGAIN, yesterday, looking for all the world like it was brand new.
If you want advice on your cholesterol level, do you go to a guy who repairs lawnmowers? You want advice about wine, go to somebody who knows wine.
It’s not at all hyperbole to say that I’m as impressed by Reyka as by any beverage I’ve reviewed since the start of “The Pour Fool”. Tiny sips literally explode onto your tongue, creating all the flavor of an entire mouthful of some other Vodkas.
Before I write anything else here, I want to say this flat-out and unequivocally… I really like Fernet Branca. I Continue reading
DeLille D2 was originally intended to be a second label…Instead, it has become a true Pacific Northwest and, indeed, an American icon.
This adulation of frat-boy tastes ignores a major FACT of the Craft Beer Phenomenon: we all went All In on craft beer because we wanted flavors – and not the same three that were all BudMillerCoorsPabst had to offer.
If you read that title and just assumed I was calling Russell Wilson an arrested development case, you outran your Continue reading