
Hair of the Dog Rose Belgian Tripel Style Ale
Hair of the Dog Brewing Co.
Portland, OR
Another selection from the Beer Raconteur and Molester, Jay Hinman XIII, the last man standing in the river holding his bread and barley and a failed bottle of broth and crying, "Oh why me God!, Why me?!?!"
What goes better with a glazed donut and Cephalexin at noon thirteen than some tripel? The foggy sugary halo above my head says in rhyming couplets, "nothing more/beer whore/nothing less/albatross/nothing gained/from barley and grains/than a head of suds/and a whacked pud." Ah- well, poetry is a second nature to my crucifying martyr self. First nature is good-bad luck. I happened upon this fine glassware at a local Salvation Army for 99c and that's good-good luck. I happened upon Jaywana Hinmanskisloven by way of the internets and that's just pure dumb luck methinks. But this burnt sugar confection makes my fingers fly across the keyboard like shit-eating pigs and that's a bonus for a man heavily involved with the bacon of the world. What else? Typical Belgian sweetness and frothing, fingering yeast that molests your tastebuds into a happy chasm of indentured swervitude. Yeah, I'm feeling all 7.5% of this one and and and the antibodies are working inside my blood capillaries and there isn't a goddamn thing you can do about it now can you beer snobs or Christ or the afforementioned burnt sugar but kiss the fucking rim of the glass and thank your happy stars that you are alive in the midst of fine wine and choas. Puuuwah!
-Wörtwurst







