Each week throughout the football season I'm going to suggest a good beer for the ubiquitous pre-game tailgate. Let's be honest, with tailgates it's not always top quality that you're looking for. To steal a phrase from the heinous beer terrorists at Budweiser, you want "drinkability." (or what a real beer connoisseur calls "a session beer") So, be warned, these may not be "the best" beers around. But, in the words of Dave Chappelle as Samuel L. Jackson, "IT'LL GET YOU DRUNK!"
Saturday's going to be rough; I don't really know how else to put it. It'd probably be best to avoid the game entirely, but, if you must watch, why not watch suitably enhanced. You'll need to be fortified with enough liquid courage to get through a terrifying display of offensive capability. I interpret that as a need for as much alcahol-by-volume as you can possibly find.
There is a beer, talked about in hushed tones across the globe, which comes in at a very liquor-esque 55%. (That's 110 proof, more than SoCo.) The brewers who make it, BrewDog, are quite literally mad with power, bearing no disregard for the laws of nature in their quest to expand brewing boundaries. It may have started out in life as a blond Belgian, but by the time it's infused with nettles and juniper berries, freeze distilled repeatedly, and stuffed down the gullet of a dead squirrel (more on that later), it's more a whiskey or high-alcohol liqueur than a beer. Still, it's more than capable of altering your perception of both reality, and what's possible when playing around with a chemistry set.
That "beer," Brew Dog's The End of History, is my gameday beer-o-the-week.
Nope, that picture is not a joke (in and of itself), that is the actual serving. BrewDog finish making the beer, bottle it, and hand it over to a taxidermist to stuff it into either a stoat (sort of a weasel, I think) or a gray squirrel that has been found as roadkill. Obviously, when you're making a "beer" that clocks in at 55% ABV, you've got a sick-and-twisted sense of humor. Throwing that result down the gullet of a dead animal only strikes me as the logical end to that process.
I've messed around with BrewDog before, having sent out for their previous foray into the world of uber-high alcohol beer, called Sink the Bismarck. As opposed to that, which you can still find rather easily, they only made scant few bottles of The End of History during their only run of production. If you're really interested in pursuing this, I swear I saw a bottle at LiquorMart earlier this year, but prices, if you can find a bottle, will be north of $700.
You've got to really want to try something to throw down $700.
Happy Friday! Go Buffs, beat the Ducks!