By Don Russell
Published January 2009, Volume 29, Number 6
The children are nestled all snug in their bed,
Santa’s outside, he’s full of dread.
The old elf’s been working hard all night,
Inside awaiting, it’s the same old blight.
Milk and cookies, usually they’re stale.
Won’t someone leave him a righteous pale ale?
Listen kids, contrary to the tales Mom and Dad told you, Father Christmas did not get that round belly and red nose from sucking down glasses of skim. Not to destroy your innocent visions of sugar plums and candy canes, but when it comes to treats on a long winter’s night, if it’s all the same to you, Santa Claus would rather have a beer.
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By Don Russell
Published September 2008, Volume 29, Number 4
Ten years ago, some junior poli-sci major at Reed College in Portland, OR, slapped a dollar bill on the bar at the Lutz Tavern and raised his middle finger to the whole corporate/yuppie beer establishment.
Heineken? Budweiser? Microbrews? Bleep that shit—Pabst Blue Ribbon, man!
And, thus, one of the most perplexing trends in American consumerism was born: Retro beer.
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By Rick Lyke
Published May 2008, Volume 29, Number 2
Beer drinkers are particular not only about what they drink, but also where they drink. We all have our favorite places to enjoy a cold one. Some are laid back and relaxing. Others are loud and rollicking. Because beer is such a social beverage, our favorite places to sip a brew are often where our friends gather, or a pub where you can make new friends almost from the minute you arrive.
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At Home or Away, the Pub is About Its People
By Eileen McNamara
Published March 2008, Volume 29, Number 1
Walk through The Front Door in Galway and the ear-splitting volume of the music and the size of the fashionable crowd spilling between the first and second floors might deceive you into thinking that you have stumbled into a nightclub in Manhattan.
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By Rick Lyke
Published January 2008, Volume 28, Number 6
There is a deep-seated human instinct, most commonly found in the male of the species, fueling a powerful desire. It may not be as pronounced as those that cause us to hunt for food, shelter or a mate, but it is a yearning that can simmer for years until it is unleashed in a rush of wood, leather, metal, neon and glass.
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By Jay R. Brooks
Published January 2008, Volume 28, Number 6
What does it mean to be green? Does it mean adding food coloring to your beer to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? Does it mean, perhaps, being too young? Or too hoppy? If you’ve been conscious the last few years, you already know the answer to all of those is an emphatic “no.” Being and thinking “green” is an emerging way to approach your place in the world so that you leave the planet as you found it, doing as little damage as possible along the way. There’s an organic movement afoot, but is it enough to wear Birkenstocks in order to walk the walk?
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