Blandly watered-down raspberry tartness reaches acrid Seltzer-fizzed solvency, neutralizing light 4% alcohol volume. Minor acidity slips into auxiliary cranberry wisp, dismissive cider souring, washed-out lemon-drop snip and teasing floral whim. White wheat spine can’t hold water. Barely betters fruitier low-alcohol beers from myopic mainstream macrobrew mavens. Serve with woodruff syrup to increase raspberry flavor.
Easygoing English-styled brown ale placating lactic-soured coffee oiling with creamy brown chocolate froth, distant vanilla sweetness and faded hazelnut-walnut-cola conflux. Mild cocoa nibs finish muddled by interfering carbolic fluff.
Serpentine summertime golden ale doused with wheat-honeyed Montmorency cherry tartness wavers from fizzy cherry soda to sweet Maraschino cherry to tangy rhubarb pie. Musty cherry pucker picks up tannic grape souring, acidic cranberry twang and muted orange trifle. May better Sam Adams Cherry Wheat.
On tap, velvety dark-roasted coffee bittering and smooth hop-charred espresso backup define nitro-infused sedation. Ancillary black chocolate bittering and Cocoa Puff reminder deepen malleable mocha base of stylistically mild java stout.
DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA
Right along the historical downtown Washington DC area next to the Verizon Center in Penn Quarters, DISTRICT CHOPHOUSE opened May ’95 (closed March 2024) and grew to have affiliate brewpub-restaurants in Denver, Boulder and Cleveland. Though my wife and I only stopped in for a few mid-afternoon beers on our March ’12 Maryland-Virginia three-day journey, this upscale chain takes great pride in its seafood, steaks and sandwiches.
Since Bruce Springsteen’s in town tonight, parking’s at a minimum. But we find a free spot along the National Gallery of Art. Within minutes we’re at District Chophouse, a capacious 7th Street beer hall sporting a maroon awning, historic marble columns, exquisite mahogany interior, and basement banquet room. A right side dining area (with moonlit chandeliers), lofty mezzanine area and open kitchen (with hearth) complete the score.
We sit at a table next to the left side bar watching the Penguins and Flyers fight throughout a late-season hockey game while consuming some of the finest mid-Atlantic suds I’d come across. Brewer Barrett Lauer’s wide-ranging ales, crafted at the mezzanine brew kettles and listed on two blackboards, are all on the mark and usually one step beyond stylistic design.
Though the astringent Light Lager’s strictly for amateurs, its corn-oiled popcorn pungency and dried citrus snip bettered Bud-Coors-Miller ‘lite’ beer. And even if Amber Ale suited lighter thirsts, its bolder stylistic approach allowed styptic wood-toned Cascade-hopped spicing to deepen caramelized apple, lemony peach and marmalade undertones.
As smooth as its name, Velvet, defined as a ‘slow pour nut brown,’ pleated wispy charred nuttiness with dainty dark chocolate. Better was the similarly styled Nut Brown, a mildly creamed medium body receiving a sweet toffee, caramel, and chocolate boost above peanut-shelled hazelnut vestiges.
Moderate juniper hop bittering saddled lacquer-fruited IPA, leaving tangy pineapple, mango, peach, pear and apple notions all over its dried fig backend.
Breaking stylistic confines, Oatmeal Stout grazed its expectant milky dark chocolate repertoire with abrupt wood-burnt molasses flickers.
Saving the most exceptional fare for a mesmerized closing trifecta, I drifted off into three ‘big beers.’ Cherry Blossom Fest, an adventurous wheat ale boasting dark sweet cherries tucked candied stone fruits, tart cranberry and leafy dry hops inside whiskey-soaked malts.
Reaching complete euphoria, I sipped remarkable Belgian-styled pale ale hybrid, Brewers Marker, where aromatic French-roast coffee grounds seep into mild wood-singed dried fruits and contrast candied yeast spicing.
Best bet: Bourbon Stout aged in Woodford Reserve Barrels. This resolute oatmeal stout gained luscious bourbon tonicity above dark chocolate frothing, oaken vanilla mellowness and roasted caramel creaminess, finishing with a soothingly warm feel.
COLUMBIA, MARYLAND
Since the original PUB DOG PIZZA & DRAFTHOUSE in Baltimore’s historic Federal Hill section (shown above) didn’t open ‘til 5 PM as of this March 2012 sojourn through Maryland-Virginia, my wife and I headed a few miles southwest to the industrial-bound Columbia-based franchise an hour earlier on the Sunday trip back to Jersey.
Situated at the right corner of the white-topped, red brick-bottomed Lakeside Retail Mall in quaint suburbia, Pub Dog may be considered a pizza joint by foremost designation, but one step inside proves it more closely resembles a commodious public house. Hundreds of Grand Marnier bottles decorate the walls alongside maps and charts of dogs, verifying the assumption.
Opened in September ’07, six years after the initial Baltimore location began operations (but didn’t sell ‘house’ beers until ’07), Pub Dog’s clean black interior leads directly to the right side sportsbar, where three TV’s show different basketball games and a shuffleboard table keeps kids entertained. A small outside deck allows dogs to roam while their owners ironically quaff a few canine-designated ales.
Sitting at one of the twelve booths in the elevated left side dining area watching hockey and downing suds, I chomped on the Big Dog Salad, a red-peppered romaine lettuce with grilled chicken, smoked gouda and gorgonzola vinaigrette. My wife enjoyed Mr. Green Jean’s Pizza (with olive-oiled mozzerella, feta, spinach, tomato, mushroom and basil) while downing Peach Dog, a tart peach ale with blanched peach lacquering, washed-out stone fruiting, astringent hop bittering and tannic grape souring.
I countered with Blueberry Dog, an easygoing lacquered blueberry tonic with subsidiary cranberry, mulberry and quince hints over white wheat.
More interesting was Belgian Blue Corn, a one-off hybrid tripel gathering lemony banana-clove tartness above sweet corn malts.
Before escaping the doghouse, velvety Irish Stout, Black Dog, hit the spot (along with a courtesy shot of Grand Marnier). The soft-toned dark ale brought mellow coffee-roasted bittering to espresso-milked dark chocolate and toasted walnut.
On February ’24 revisit while staying at nearby Columbia hotel, enjoyed creamily mocha-bound Chocolate Oatmeal Stout, combining toffee-sugared brown chocolate with nutty cocoa powdered bittering above casual molasses oats.
Reviews of the bottled versions of Raspberry Dog, Brown Dog and Hoppy Dog are listed in the Beer Index.
ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA
Off the beaten track in the Industrial section of Alexandria, PORT CITY BREWING COMPANY resides at a tan-bricked professional building. Opened January 2011 and visited in March 2012, this increasingly popular microbrewery’s tasting room was absolutely packed at 3 PM this Saturday. Hourly brew tours kept patrons busy when they weren’t sampling the four year-round ales (and one specialty beer).
Owner Bill Butcher and head brewer Jonathan Reeves craft amazingly consistent fare. Though tapped versions were sampled and reviewed herein, check the Beer Index for larger reviews of each bottled brew.
Fine Belgian-styled Port City Optimal Wit had a laid-back banana-clove serenity spread across subtle orange-peeled mildness and lemony Seltzer spritz to its honeyed wheat spine.
Essential Pale Ale layered citra-hopped briskness atop vodka-tinged mandarin orange, lemon, lime and peach illusions.
Despite its mighty moniker, Monumental IPA was stylistically easygoing and approachable. Its floral-hopped pine resin cloaked apple-skinned apricot, nectar, pear and grapefruit dalliances.
Coffee-roasted Porter settled into a fine medium-bodied dark ale, seeping brown chocolate-y vanilla sweetness into dark-fruited dried fig, stewed prune and date nut breading.
Also available at the tasting station was the cyclical Tartan 80 Shilling Scottish Ale, a dewy midrange libation gathering brown chocolate, vanilla and caramel sweetness atop spice-hopped fig sugaring.
Each beer was more than up to snuff and deserved recommendation.
Fine coffee-roasted medium-bodied dark ale seeps mildly creamed brown chocolate-y vanilla sweetness into soothingly dark-fruited dried fig, stewed prune and date nut bread illusions as well as tobacco-roasted peanut shelling and molasses-lined cocoa nibs panoply.
Despite its stylistically pigeonholed ‘bitter’ designation and mighty forthright moniker, this toned-down medium body’s easygoing, approachable and nearly tranquil. Its placid floral-hopped pine resin bittering cloaks apple-skinned apricot, nectar, pear and grapefruit dalliances. A fine crossover for pale ale quaffers and open-minded lager heads.
Ambitious midrange libation gathers brown chocolate, vanilla and caramel sweetness alongside spice-hopped fig sugaring to dewy bottom. Buttery toasted graining and mild earthiness affix latent date-breaded nicety. Stylistically accurate, bettering most perplexingly nebulous offerings.
Appeasing citron-hopped briskness will attract lighter thirsts as well as more refined tastes. Mandarin orange, lemon, lime and peach fruiting integrates floral honeysuckle perfuming. Faintest vodka-tinged boozing grapples tertiary clementine, pineapple, apricot and grapefruit illusions to mild biscuit spine.
Easygoing Belgian-styled witbier proffers brisk citric effervescence. Sunny lemon Seltzer spritz spreads across subtle coriander-spiced orange peel sweetness, laidback banana-clove conflux and herbal lemongrass-peppercorn splurge to sourdough honeyed wheat spine. Musty grain wisp and peppery hop bittering merely underscore delicate intricacies.
