Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Up-date on Berliner Weisse
Ich bin ein Berliner Weisse: A Berlin Beer Classic Enjoys a Renaissance in America
By The Brews Brothers, Steve Frank &
When President John F. Kennedy proclaimed "Ich bin ein Berliner," grammarians pointed out that his German was a little rusty. Instead of "I am a Berliner," he accidentally stated, "I am a jelly doughnut." His statement could also have been interpreted to mean "I am a beer"- specifically, a mouth-puckering Berliner Weisse. At one time, numerous breweries in
While the beer has been in decline in
The
When you order a Berliner Weisse, a
Outsiders have learned to appreciate the Berliner Weisse style without the sugary shots, however. When Napoleon’s troops reached
A Berliner with an American Accent
Apparently, many American beer adventurers feel the same way as Napoleon’s troops. Bethlehem Brew Works head brewer Beau Baden, who makes one of several new American takes on the Berliner Weisse style, reports that about half of his customers drink their Berliner Weisse straight. We also found the syrups too sweet, so we set out to sample some American interpretations of the
Southampton Publick House in
The Dogfish Head Craft Brewery in
Why are American breweries picking up on the style? "It may be because craft beer lovers are looking for something different" from the high-alcohol, over-hopped brews that seem to dominate the marketplace, suggests
It also may be that professionalism on the part of brewers plays a role. "It presents a new frontier of uncharted territory,” explains Markowski. "It's a real brewing challenge."
Of course, the refreshingly tart taste may have something to do with it as well. Gordon Grubbs, the head brewer at Nodding Head Brewpub in
New Variations from
Until recently, the classic German examples of the style included Berliner Kindl and Schultheiss. However, after a conglomerate called the Radeberger Group acquired both breweries, it ceased production of the Schultheiss and made a decision to stop exporting the Berliner Kindl to the
Despite the decline, there is good news on the horizon for American Berliner Weisse enthusiasts.
Beer importer B. United has introduced two new German interpretations of the Berliner Weisse style to the
One of them is brewed by Professor Fritz Briem, technology director at the Doemens Akademie brewing school near
B. United also is bringing in a Berliner Weisse-style beer made by the Bayrischer Bahnhof Brauerei in
Both the 1809 and the Bayrischer Bahnhof Berliner Weisse will be available in casks, a first for German versions of this style.
Steve Frank and Arnold Meltzer are Washington, DC area beer lovers who write about beer for various publications. Steve Frank's parents were born in
Friday, June 15, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Should anyone be looking for a beautiful hike in a very hospitable climate and culture, the Lycian Way is exactly that. The trek turned out to be somewhat more physically demanding than we'd anticipated, but also extremely surprising and rewarding. We started the walk in Ucagiz, a sweet little coastal village, packed our rucksacks with fresh fish (only for the first 2 hours!), beer, and lots of oil-cured olives, then traced the coastline for the next two days, camping on the beaches and cliffs. It was just hot enough to be pretty taxing around midday, although it was always fresh and cool in the shade. Here we are, after having missed the mark of finishing our walk before nightfall, and finding our selves confronted by the path dead-ending at this ingenious structure:
On the third day we angled inland, via a very steep climb up to the ruins of a temple and oracle to Apollo. The following two days were almost entirely uphill climbing, into the Teke mountains above the town of Demre. The highest point was the peak of Incegeris at 1800 meters, which we reached at the end of the day on Monday.
All along the route were the remains of Lycian cities, acropoli (ises?), and tombs, looking much like what you'd see in other parts of the Hellenistic world from around 200 BC. The tombs were enormous, carved stone pieces, typically in saddle-like form like this:
At the ruins of the city of Myra, which we visited just at the beautiful hour of dawn, after a very uncomfortable and short night encamped in an orange orchard, there was an amazing stone theater, situated in front of a backdrop of classical greek tombs built into a sheer cliff wall:
As we ascended into the mountains above Demre, the landscape changed quite rapidly and surprisingly into something much more like what you'd find in, say, Switzerland, with dense pine forests, and vertiginous peaks enshrouded in mist. Our map showed named towns along our route here, but these turned out to be mere clusters of summer goat-herders' huts, without plumbing or electricity, much less shops and cafes. Although we'd anticipated being able to re-provision occasionally along this part of the way and could not do that, the shepherds and farmers continually showered us with more tomatoes, cucumbers, and tiny glasses of strong tea than we could possible consume. We tried to thank them in our newly acquired Turkish (teshekur edirim), but it was the universal appreciation of cigarettes that really allowed us to express our gratitude (thanks to Roly!).
Here, a near miss being crushed by a sudden avalanche of goats pouring off the mountainside:
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Pittsburgh is not one to pitty
Two places that I will blog about include: the Pittsburgh Botanical Gardens and Frank Lloyd Wright's Falling water (only an hour and fifteen minutes from Margie and Ned's house). As Margie explained, Pittsburgh is quite nice because of all of the robber barons who lived here in large estates and then donated their land to the city (Phillps, Carnegie, Mellon, Frick to name a few). We found this to be the case at the Botanical Gardens (which put DC's botanical to shame). Chihuly had an art exhibit when we visited, so it was a most incredible art/plant life viewing experience. There were over one thousand pieces of art that were intertwined into the rooms with the plants. Sometimes the pieces were supposed to compliment the art whereas other times the art was supposed to contrast with the room. One of my favorite rooms was one that was desert themed (orange sand and off white plants) and then Chihuly's dark purple glass pieces that shot up from the sand like giant dinasour bones. Here is some more info: http://www.phipps.conservatory.org/chihuly/index.html and some pictures of the flowers he made from glass.
Andrew and I also went to Fallingwater, which we found peaceful and harmonious with nature. Also commissioned by another Pittsburgh robber baron (the founder of Macy's) it was an incredible architecture site. As our tour director said, "It was ahead of its time in the early 1900's and it is in 2007." One of the coolest parts of the house was that Wright avoided corners at great length, so in one case where there had to be a corner, he made the corner movable so that one could remove the corner (as a window hinged on one side...hard to describe). Here is the website if you would like see some pictures...http://www.paconserve.org/index-fw1.asp
So, Pittsburgh is not pittiful at all. I can't wait to go back....
Friday, June 08, 2007
Vive the slothful!
"There are only four types of officer. First, there are the lazy, stupid ones. Leave them alone, they do no harm…Second, there are the hard- working, intelligent ones. They make excellent staff officers, ensuring that every detail is properly considered. Third, there are the hard- working, stupid ones. These people are a menace and must be fired at once. They create irrelevant work for everybody. Finally, there are the intelligent, lazy ones. They are suited for the highest office."
General Erich Von Manstein (1887-1973) on the German Officer Corps
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Books
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Books
Our Secret Desire
So that was where we went last weekend for the Memorial Day holiday. We headed out on Friday afternoon and got in late that night. Ned and Margie were nice enough to wait up for us, greet us, and wait for me to settle down (I get really excitable on the road, I love road trips). Also, while on the way up there, Jake called wanting me and Deb to go to party with him, which validated my coolness. We couldn't go.
On Saturday, after an amazing breakfast by Ned, we took off on a tour of Pittsburgh with Jacob and Karissa. Margie told Deborah and I that Jake volunteered and was super excited to take us, but that was not the case. Jacob wanted a sandwhich, more on that later. So we headed into the city to Mount Washington. The first thing that struck Deb was the greenery. Most of us have been to Pitt, but Deb was really surprised that it was not a burnt out rust-town. Please, please do not take that as an insult to Pittsburgh. She was startled (pleasantly surprised) by all the bridges and loved the three rivers. So after we got sassed by the sad man runnning the cable car we were at the top of the mountain near where Ned and Margie had their reception and looked at the glory that is downtown Pittsburgh, which I like because it is clearly defined. From there we drove around and went to lunch. This sandwhich shop is famous (but the name escapes me, Primani's maybe?) for putting the fries IN the sandwhich. AWESOME is all I can say, but it made Deb's tummy hurt. Headed back to Margie's for a dip in the pool and a wonderful dinner. And wine. I thought about an entire post about my domination of dominoes, but let's just say I won handidly. One reason that I love having Deborah with me is that she loves games and got a big kick out of seeing the fam in action. Whenever someone made a play that he did not agree with, Jacob would say "bizarre". I found this really funny.
On Sunday, Deborah, Karissa, and Margie headed to an exhibit at the botanical garden, by Chohulie (sp?). I went to play golf with Matt and Jake. Jake hustled me, that is all I can say. Both he and Matt are really good, and my golf (front 9) was not so nice. Jake had not played in over a year and still beat me by ten strokes. The thing you have to remember about golf is that it is an athletic (stop laughing) game and some people are better athletes. Since I am clearly a better athlete, I will crush them the next time we play. From there, we headed back to the pool, which was so refreshing. We had another beautiful dinnner and then the werewolf cometh. It was a smaller group, but worked well. The games were shorter, so everyone got to be the narrator. Mandy always, always thought it was Jacob (Huggybear) after he drank her wine. Me, not so much, I made some ridiculous arguements and lost repeatedly. Let us just say that Sunday was not a good game day for me.
Monday we headed home with an enjoyable trip to Falling Water. That will be in my next post.
Some observations from the weekend: Jacob hates walking and will drive any distance over two blocks. Matt is really sad that Grandma took down his poster. I really don't know what he is talking about, but he feels really strong about this. He is also coaching a team again, and is really enjoying it. I can not say thank you enough for the weekend. Margie and Ned were incredible hosts. I wanted to cry when we left and I have not felt like that since I left Oklahoma. My love affair with Pittsburgh is justified simply because this family is there. My favorite quote from the weekend is from Deb. "I want to be Margie when I grow up."
There are many forms of art, and I enjoy it, but what I don't enjoy is when somebody tells me that I should like a piece just because. Art is subjective and it is educated. If you don't know, you just can't enjoy all of the intricacies involved in design. More on this in the next post about Falling Water.