I’m not the beer expert I probably should be. If you ask me about one of our beers, I’ll talk about it a little bit and then offer you a sample because I know I’m not doing a very good job of explaining things.
If you ask me about our new American strong ale, Miles to Goat, I’ll give you a blank look, tell you it’s 9% abv and then pour you a taste.
But as the great Vernon Wormer once said, “Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life.” So I have taken it upon myself to learn about American Strong Ale, and then to pass that knowledge on to you, the readers of the Imminent Blog.
It turns out the term American Strong Ale is sort of a broad one. As far as I can tell, in order for a beer to qualify as such it must be:
and 3.) (I swear to God) Strong
The folks at Beer Advocate describe an American Strong Ale like this: “Catch all style category for beers from 7.0 percent alcohol by volume and above. Some may even be as high as 25% abv. Characteristics will greatly vary; some have similarities to Barley-wines and Old Ales. Barrel aging is certainly not out of the question.”
Barrel aging, you say? Funny that should come up. Miles to Goat is a malt forward beer, with a little taste of maple in there. There’s not much more to say about it than that, except we offer it in 10 ounce pours because it’s 9%, and it’s very good. As it stands, Miles to Goat is an excellent compliment to the other beers we offer, sort of balancing our lighter, more seasonal offerings with a big tasting, slightly heavier ale.
But the real reason Randy chose now to brew this thing is to fill those whisky barrels you may have noticed in the brewhouse.
If you hadn’t noticed them, or if you haven’t been in for a while, they’ve been sitting there for six weeks or so, just off to the right as you face the brewing area. We’ve filled them with MtG, and that big, strong, malty ale is currently co-mingling with the bourbon and rye that was left in the wood of those barrels. Sometime around the end of September we’ll start tapping them. But that is a blog post for another time.
We should address the name, too, by the way. Miles to Goat is a little inside joke. A couple weeks ago – before we had to enact the moratorium on dogs in the brewhouse – a friend of ours and a beloved regular, showed up in the taproom with his goat, Miles. He hadn’t really given it a lot of thought. Goats are friendly and loyal companions, very much like dogs, but – well let’s just say they aren’t as domesticated as dogs are. Some wacky hijinks ensued, and Miles will not be coming back to the brewery. We named the beer to remember and honor him from afar.
So get in here this weekend and try a little Miles to Goat. Just remember that it’s 9%. Those who enjoy it, like all goat owners, should do so responsibly.