The bartender said, "I don't see many conversions of middle-aged people. The beer a man's drinking when he's thirty is the one he tends to believe in the rest of his life."
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Acitelli, Tom. "The Audacity of Hops." Chicago Review Press, 2013. iBooks.
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His business education there had focused heavily on marketing to the exclusion of sales—who got an MBA to be a salesman? It was an abstraction at best to Koch and his fellow grad students, something that just sort of happened at a company after the marketing team got done targeting the product. At worst, salesmanship was seen as a grimy, grubby thing you did as a last resort in the business world.
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…serving a signature beer called Redhook Ale. It was supposed to be modeled after richer English ales but was born of a Belgian yeast strain, discovered by one of the brewery's founders, that produced a spicy, fruity beer; locals took to calling it "banana beer" because of the spice.
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Still, the signs of healthy, sustained progress were unmistakable: The AHA by 1984 had started buying its toilet paper in bulk rather than from a nearby convenience store.
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Can’t lose with Mahattans and liquor-cured (Becherovka, in this case) sour cherries.
Angular Manhattan (2 dashes Angostura, 3/4 oz Carpano, 3/4 oz Cynar, 1 1/2 oz rye, boozy cherry, coupe)
Everyone wanted Black Apple, so I skipped the citrus ones.
Black Apple (2 dashes Xocolatl bitters, 1/2 oz Carpano, 1 oz Cynar, 1.5 oz Black Bush, ice cubes)
Grass-Fed Beef (3/4 oz orange juice, 1/2 oz Cynar, 1 oz Becherovka, 1 1/2 oz rye, ice cubes)
Border-Radius (3/4 oz lemon juice, 1 oz turbinado syrup, 2 dashes Angostura, 1/2 oz aged rum, 1 1/2 oz rye, ice cubes)
New Orleans Freak (dash Creole, 2 oz Rye, 1/2 oz Benedictine, 1/2 oz absinthe, ice chunk)
Scotsman on a Horse (1/2 oz Benedictine, 1/2 oz Gran Classico, 2 oz Islay, ice chunk)
Summer Campfire (1 Tbs maple syrup, 1.5 oz Carpano, 1 oz Laphraoig, ice chunk)
Too full for round 4 after goose & wine. Resorted to Cynar & sodas.
Salt Flats (1/2 oz Turbinado | 3 dash orange bitters | 2 oz dry vermouth | 1 oz absinthe | ice cubes)
Egg Nog (1 egg | 2 oz heavy cream | 1/2 oz simple syrup | 1 oz aged rum | 1 oz rye, shake, ice, shake, strain, no rocks)
Finally, they all cadged and cobbled what they could ingredients-wise, mostly through wine-making shops; there may have been as many as one hundred or slightly more by the late 1970s nationwide, with most carrying brewing supplies as well, with a nod and a wink.
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By 1965, there was one craft brewery in the entire United States: Anchor Brewery in San Francisco. The reach of its beers, though, did not extend beyond California. It would have no company, either, for years—a veritable culinary freak show in an increasingly homogenized American food landscape. Then, within thirty years, the number of American craft breweries increased more than 500 percent.
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The years of our childhood were the years of the Depression when there were few automobiles, and we could play in our wonderful streets almost without interruption.
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Joseph Heller, Matthew J. Bruccoli & Park Bucker. "Catch As Catch Can." S and S, 2003. iBooks.
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Also, notice that nasty missing space before "Times." Tsk, tsk, Simon.
Over a million copies were sold in those six weeks and it made theTimes paperback best-seller list. That made me happy. And it also amused me, in a kind of sadistic way, because I knew that many of those million copies had been bought by people who wouldn't be able to get past page six or eight. But that didn't bother me, because I get the royalties anyway—people don't have to read it, just buy it—and it's nice to get money from the people who make millionaires out of Harold Robbins and Jacqueline Susann.
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During the war we came from Corsica by plane and stayed five or six days each time. Often we would take short walks during the day in search of curiosities and new experiences. One time on a narrow street, a sultry, dark-eyed girl beckoned seductively to me and a buddy from behind a beaded curtain covering the entrance to a store. We followed her inside and got haircuts.
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She looked like a perfect coal miner's daughter, twenty-seven years old, with a streak of gray above her wide forehead like Susan Sontag's, a strong jawline, and a little ski jump of a nose. She pulled her charcoal cardigan tight around her, soft armor against the world, and faced the questions with obeisance.
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This guy has done some great research, but he makes a book on a manly pursuit sound like an elaborate self help project.
I'd never know as much as Ian, I'd never be as scientific as Mike. It wasn't my job. I'm not a distiller; I tell stories.
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Even that, for a microdistiller, can be a frustrating scenario. Shops will simply allow it to run out, and then order the same amount the next month, so for half of the month there is no Midnight Moon on the shelf.
"It drives me crazy," said Joe. "If it runs out, order two cases next time, you know?"
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She told the court that his daily drinking regimen consisted of "plenty of liquor" on top of three or four six-packs of beer.
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