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What is on the way.

If you are reading this, then you are a loyal reader and have my sincerest thanks. I mean this from the bottom of my heart. This blog was something I made for me. Something I made to better my taste in beer, better my ability to write and develop new skills. In all of these facits, it has been a success. Although my girlfriend still has been a great editor for me. The reason I am writing another non-review post is because there is a change coming to beercasm.com. A change that may make this blog be no more. But at the same time, much larger.

I’ve always have had larger hopes for this small beer blog. But for those hopes to be fulfilled I had to have a destination, a team and a course to reach my goal. All of these criteria have been fulfilled. 

So I am proud to announce that I have begun work on developing a site that will give a voice to those of you who wish to discuss beer in addition to other similar topics that will be revealed at a later date.

While this won’t be the first site of its type, I hope to make it the most interactive, entertaining, successful and community based site of its kind. Those of you who take the time to read this far will be the ones who will have a chance to help shape this dream. Email me at beercasm@gmail.com expressing your wish to be a Beta tester for the site and you will get exclusive access to the site in its infancy. 

Thank you for taking this journey with me and I hope you will take this plunge into something new and exciting.

Cheers,

Zach.

Pacifico

Rating: 

Brewer: Grupo Modelo S.A. de C.V.

Type: Lager

ABV: 4.8%

Color: Straw Yellow

Review: I hadn’t tried a Mexican beer in a while and decided it was time when I ordered this particular travesty. It was poured into a mug and had a white head that dissipated quickly with no lace. One sniff and I was sold this was a bad choice. It’s scent was as if someone boiled corn in a tin can and then poured it into a beer bottle. I was not excited.

It’s mouth feel is similar to soda water. Goes down with a very slight bitterness…barely. This beer is very unexceptional when it comes to taste matching the corn and slight metallic taste. There is no reason to go for this if you are looking to mix it up from Corona, you’ll just be disappointed. You’ll be hard pressed to find me drinking one of these again. I wouldn’t drink it if it was the only mexican beer at the bar, on Cinco De Mayo…. in Mexico. 

Cheers.

Carnivale

Rating: 

Price Range: $$$ - $$$$

Address: 702 W Fulton Market, Chicago, IL 60661

Hours:  Mon - Tue:11:30 am-2:30 pm 5:00 pm-11:00 pm Wed - Thu:11:30 am-2:30 pm 5:00 pm-12:00 am Fri:11:30 am-2:30 pm 5:00 pm-1:00 am Sat:5:00 pm-1:00 am Sun:5:00 pm-10:00 pm

Website: http://www.carnivalechicago.com/

Review: When a good time was needed, Carnivale delivered. This bar and restaurant was a refreshing change of pace from the routine, typical pub. Don’t get me wrong, a small Irish style pub will always feel like home. But after visiting Carnivale in Chicago, I want to celebrate the brazilian holiday from which this colorful location gets its namesake.

When I walked in I felt as if I was in some sort of circus tent made of wood. The bar, pictured right, was tended by a gentleman, who appeared to be as colorful as the walls themselves. His handlebar mustache, vest and short tie would make him stand out in any place but there. In this instance, it was my family who appeared to be dressed inappropriately, in what now seemed like muted colors. The service was impecable both at the bar and when we reached our table. Before we sat however, I took the liberty of exploring the building. The character of the restaurant truly carries throughout, reaching even the restrooms. I imagined that the kitchen looked like something out of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. The latin cuisine was great and I would recommend this restaurant to anyone looking for a great meal.

Returning though to this section’s primary intent, to review bars. Carnivale’s bar is a stop not to be missed. Whatever your usual preferred watering hole is, take a vacation and enjoy this colorful party. Your wooden stool at the local dive is not going anywhere… I promise.

Cheers.

Daisy Cutter

Rating: 

Brewer: Half Acre

Type: Pale Ale

ABV: 5.2

Color: Deep Copper

Review:  Wow. This beer took me by surprise. Move out of the way Magic Hat #9… Daisy Cutter steals the show when it comes to American Pale Ales. Top Score. Here’s why.

The scent when poured was flowery with hints of citris… all too appropriate given the name. The head was large and lingered before dissipating into a thin white line. It had a medium mouth feel with a crisp feel on the tongue. Went down very smooth with a flavorful hit of bitterness at the end. The taste was a great balance of bright citrus hops with hints of malt in the background.

When this beer came in a tallboy I felt I was cheating myself. Let the record state that I think cans ruin a good beer and that bottle and draft are the only way to go…I’d like to hear the opposing argument. I stand by that statement, but this Chicago brewed beer powered through and jumped up onto my list of favorites. 

Cheers.

I want to steal your ideas.

I wanted to give you all another opportunity to express what you would like to see from this site. Feel free to think outside the box! Whatever content you’d like to see I’m sure is worth considering. So would you like to see:

  • Videos: Where I either, explain a review, beer facts, a brewspaper article or how to play a game.
  • More Posts of any specific category.
  • Webcomic: Poorly illustrated misadventures of brew loving characters.
  • OR SOMETHING ELSE?

And if YOU would like to join in on the fun email me your suggestions at beercasm@gmail.com or tweet @Beercasm, or just comment on this post below! I’m also looking for people interested in being a part of the site. Writers, Designers, what have you… if you want to join the party just message me and we’ll see if there’s a place for you.

Cheers!

Pong Beer. 
This is a thing. http://www.pongbeerusa.com/

Pong Beer. 

This is a thing. http://www.pongbeerusa.com/

Reserved.

Reserved.

Hopslam Ale

Rating: 

Brewer: Bell’s Brewery, Inc.

Type: Imperial IPA

ABV: 10.0

Color: Golden Orange

Review: This beer is one of the ones I heard was really good before I tried it. I mean hop (god I’m clever) over to BeerAdvocate after this just see how hyped up this beer really is. So when I was at the grocery store and there was announcement they had some in stock I was intrigued and went for it. I mean seriously who announces when they have six packs of something bad? Other than drunks who just made it to 7-11 before midnight…

This beer is not for the faint of heart. It has a strong bitter bite to it. If you aren’t used to hoppy beers then when you try this you won’t be able to taste much else at first, thats how strong it is. The bottle says it will bruise your tongue and the bitter after taste lives up to that. But if your palate can take a bitter IPA then you’ll enjoy this beer. It has a great two finger foam head when poured and smells like a blend of citrus and fruit.

The mouthfeel is crisp but because it has some honey in it there’s some creaminess to it, which makes for a very interesting taste. The infusion of the citris flavor is palpable in the midst of the bitterness. When you consider this beer has an ABV of 10% the bitterness is surprisingly bearable. You need to try this at some point if your a true beer lover, especially if your a hophead. If you’re a casual drinker, try it but don’t be surprised if it’s a bit much for you if you don’t have Imperial IPAs at least occasionally.

Cheers.

Where have I been?

Yeah that bar has bras hanging from the ceiling. Now that I have your attention. Yeah I’ve been kind of out and about lately so I’m sorry I haven’t released any recent posts….like you’ve noticed. Any way I figured I’d at least tell you a little about everything to at least keep your interest. Unless you’re already gone… I’m guessing most people left when they realized this wouldn’t be about ceiling bras.

So I traveled to Florida for a bit with the family. Had a great time did the whole disney universal thing and really enjoyed myself. I even reviewed a bar while down there. Check it out. Throughout my time down there I was still working on my job search. Believe it or not my drinking and reviewing beers doesn’t seem to be throwing cash into my bank account. I don’t know why someone hasn’t designed me T Shirts and opened me a PayPal account to make money of them with yet. I think this relationship of ours is very one sided. In any case the Job hunt may be coming to a happy ending soon so wish me luck.

Speaking of luck (groan) St Patty’s was a blast. I was back in Chicago in time to enjoy the green river with my lady Katrina. She’s awesome by the way. Seriously, I am very much in love with her and she hasn’t caught on to the fact that I’m very much troubled in my brain area. She seems to have no problem with me constantly saying Winter is Coming for no apparent reason. We might name a puppy Sean Bean some day. Whoever got that reference may drink a beer on me. And I mean literally on me. You have to find me in person explain the reference and then I will allow you to use me as a coaster for a short period of time. Don’t milk it.

So my Katrine (I’m trying out the nick name baby) and I bar hopped around Chicago after enjoying the green river. We hit up some places I found enertaining, Harry Carey’s was a decent and expectantly crowded, Dick’s Last Resort is the bar with the ceiling cleavage seen above. But the best spot was when we went to the Elephant and Castle. This place was the perfect pub for St Pattys. We met colorful characters there but none matched this guy Rob. Rob spoke randomly about me being an Immigrant (From Virginia?) when I passed him in the bathroom. He later bought both Katrina and I several rounds before we tried to leave to catch the train home. He protested and proceeded to take my phone and purchase us a hotel room with his card. Insane? Yes. Rob was insane. He was a great time and stuck with him as long as possible. But eventually reason stupidly prevailed. I can’t rationalize to people hoping for a better story why we didn’t stay just to chronicle Rob’s shenanigans or why we didn’t take the equally long train ride to our distant hotel instead of going home… especially on St. Patrick’s Day. All I can say for certain is that we had a blast the whole day and fell asleep before we could finish Game of Thrones. Winter is Coming. (Coming deserves the Grammatically incorrect capitalization at all times proceeding Winter is.)

So I’m back. I’m going to try and update more often. I have a couple post already written that just need to be uploaded. I look forward to giving you goofy amateur reviews with a false sense of distinguishness. (That isn’t a word.) For proof please enjoy me holding a not fancy glass in an almost fancy way, observe the pinky.

Pathetic really.

Cheers.