so last night was the brewzilla cleveland beer week party, and i was pretty sure this totally had the makings of being a drunken late-night post last night, but sometimes life happens, and unlimited mountains of free cheese becomes just…free cheese, and by no means the most important thing in the whole world.
regardless, free cheese still deserves props. and in my now completely sober state, i’d absolutely like to give my kudos to this whole fiesta de cerveza (y queso.)
c-town, i gotta be honest and say the promotion for this was so shitty i was fearful to get my hopes up for the party. anytime we’d tell someone where we were going we’d get ‘huh?’ looks, but…it was kinda super-fantastic.
for a $50 ticket, you get 4-hour access to the arcade, which was hosting 30-some breweries. you score a cute little 3ish oz tasting mug, filled with drink & eat tickets. supposedly you pay for 20 beer tickets, and each tasting is one ticket. over a hour and countless beers into the night, i decided to count my tickets. i had 17 left…cleveland obviously counts about as well as i do. (i’m pretty sure the limited # of tickets was for nothing more then to show some sense of maintaining responsibility, and maybe not allowing the area to become full of drunken frat boys, chugging anything in sight. i get it. smart move.)
you also got 3 food tickets, good for, like, real food. giant brats, soft pretzels, and that beautiful cheese counter. and actually, you didn’t use tickets for the cheese. you used toothpicks, and you just took as much damn cheese as you wanted. i suppose one should be wary of shared food counters in the midst of a media-induced flu season tizzy, but…after you have tasted the first glbc christmas ale of the season, you are so happy you just don’t care. that’s right. WE. HAD. CHRISTMAS. ALE. LAST. NIGHT.
quite frankly, if you were not there, you really missed out, and you should already be marking your calendars for next year’s beer week. again, we had christmas ale last night, october 24th, 2009. did you? bet not. we had dogfishead red & white, indigo imp winter solstice (a new cleveland brewery that was quite lovely), sam adams imperial white (highly recommended), and ommegang 3 philosophers (a fave if only b/c sean can’t say it when he drinks- it always becomes ‘3 philophosers’). apricot wheat is pretty good, and lindeman’s framboise is maybe even tastier in a tiny cup, over discussions with strangers about how dogfishead 90-minute ipa is the best beer ever.
i could go on & on: about the paper mache goat, the funny girls who couldn’t really walk with their high heels & skinny jeans but tried so damn hard, the bacon chocolate truffle samples, the leinenkugel chapstick, how i drank with elvis. but i’ve probably exhausted the attention span of most, so i’ll wrap up w/ my (very short) list of improvement suggestions:
1. get some recycling bins, dude. the free water…AWESOME. but having to keep throwing plastic bottles in the trash…boo.
2. along the same lines:
dear henien’s,
thanks for the mystery meat and never ending cheese. please stop serving it on styrofoam.
thanks,
me
(sidenote: in reviewing my text log from last night (which is always fun to do after drunk-texting), i remembered that i texted falco that i found out the mystery meat was ‘wild boat.’ i of course meant ‘wild boar.’ though i’m not sure ‘wild boat’ would’ve been any more gross then the boar was…)
3. the band was totally not necessary, even with said band playing sublime covers at ironically appropriate moments. nice thought, but combined w/ the never-ending drone of thousands of people…it was too much.
4. enforce that breweries actually have to send people who know at least SOMETHING about their beers…
and lastly…don’t let it grow. keep your location. add days, if needed. just don’t ix center this one. keep it classy. and keep the glass taste cups. that was a nice touch.
read often & read hard,
melly

i told you i drank with elvis. (to my twilight whores, i was gonna drink w/ edward cullen but i figured he’d maybe have been so pale & shimmery i wasn’t sure he’d show up in the photo.)

i drank with sean, too. he’s my favorite drinking boy. plus, he’s 3-dimensional.

the arcade, filled w/ beer lovers.