An Interview With the Hitachino Owl

It's a growing trend in the beer blogging community for the writers to take a professional attitude towards their webpage and this includes interviewing brewing heroes. Well, since I am uncouth, don't know Japanese and wouldn't want to impose myself upon the makers of Hitachino with my ambling ignorance, I've taken the extraordinary step of questioning the Hitachino Owl on his passions in life, what it means to be a stop-gap between sanity and drunken jabber and the hassles of super stardom. Here's a sample of our fireside chat:

LAGERHEADS: Prost!

HITACHINO OWL: (gives me the finger; well...the wing as it were)

LH: We've both been busy with other pursuits (Well, I have anyway [I've found that you don't say these kind of things to the owl]). What does your return to the beer blogging scene, and more specifically here at The Lagerheads, mean to you?

HO: I back and in molesting mood.

LH: The craft beer industry has seen an immense rise in visibility of their product over the past five or so years. Do you think online bloggers have contributed to this trend. Or is it more simply a matter of better taste?

HO: I stab you eye, foo.

LH: Supposing that success is 84.67% perspiration 11.21 perspicuity and undoubtedly 4.12% pure luck, what are the intangibles involved that lend to these finite numbers and their predictability?

HO: I gib blood in da clawz.

LH: Yes, yes...blood to the cause! You surely contribute much via sweat equity.

HO: I gib shit. I say blood in clawz.

LH: So, now that we've covered the basics, how about we delve into the curiosity which is Hitachino. Whereas the Red Rice Ale is truly a wholly new expression in the brewing oeuvre, the White Ale and Sweet Stout take us down familiar paths of what can be done with the right ingredients and the vision of a craft beer renaissance man!

HO: What so big. Squeeze tit, milk juice come out. Plow rice field and whip in pot, cook and simmer, pour in bottle. Big nothing!

LH: Do you consider yourself and the growing numbers in the legions of craft beer drinkers to be nerds.

HO: You nerd. I playboy.

LH: Surely you jest! Seriously though, I am a huge fan of your brews and even go so far as to carry the cap which bears your visage in my pants pocket. Do you feel awkward by the sudden adoration of your fans who have gone so far as to even make earrings with these tops.

HO: You pway wif self in pocket. They pway wif self in head.

LH: Well, Mr. Owl, it's been an honor to pick your brain for a few precious moments here. What does the future hold for you?

HO: Eat. Sweep. Poop. Pee. Do it 'gain.

LH: Thank you and prost!

HO: Bite piss gnerdeek.