It’s not even 7PM and my brain is buzzing as I drown it in poison. Is this healthy? No. Should most people do this? No. But then again, most people don’t spend eight hours hopelessly trying to make a positive impression on the future generation of America. Goddamn, being a high school teacher is depressing. It wouldn’t be half as bad if I didn’t truly believe that the vast majority students I’m trying to reach are too beyond repair, already suckered into the myopic structure of feed/fuck/entertain/distract me now, I don’t give a shit about later. Ah well.
Tonight, I’m drinking Brooklyn Local 1. I picked up this beer for a few reasons. Firstly, I have a profound respect for the brewery’s other products. Secondly, this motherfucker came in a big bottle, providing one pint & 9.4 fluid ounces of goodness to my gullet. And lastly, I was (of course) taken in by the label’s advertising of 9% ABV. Through and through, Brooklyn Local 1 seemed like a good choice.
And as far as my Friday night is concerned, it has been. Truthfully, I’m at a loss for words. I don’t know how to really describe the beverage’s flavor. It’s a bit hoppy. It’s a bit dry. It’s drinkable and refreshing. Overall, it just tastes like a good beer. Nothing exceptional to take note of, but nothing terrible to decry either.
Without my own words to describe the brew, let’s see what the brewery says. According to their website, Brooklyn Local 1 can be described as such:
Behind the full golden color you’ll find an alluring aroma, a dynamic complex of flavors. Belgian flair. Brooklyn fortitude and a dusting of our special yeast. To create this beer, we use the old technique of 100% bottle re-fermentation, a practice now rare even in Europe. It gives this beer a palate of unusual depth.
Does that mean anything? I’m not sure. I have no way of fact-checking whether or not Brooklyn Local 1 is made with some practice outlawed in Europe. But if that’s true, I’ve got a wily fucking lager in front of me. Everything’s legal in Europe. From man-bags to pot.
The truth is that I’ve had fun drinking this beer tonight. I’m buzzed as hell, jamming to Primus, and genuinely enjoying the beginning of my evening. Things couldn’t be going smoother.
If you’re just supplying your own confidence-juice, make it a big bottle of Brooklyn Local 1; otherwise, you might be better off grabbing a sixer of one of the brewery’s other products. In either case, all of you should make a point to say hello Brooklyn.
Brooklyn Local 1 isn’t amazing, but it’s worth trying: B.
PS — I’m spamming every motherfucker on my Facebook tonight. Look for this shit.