I got a 3 pack of Sam Adams barrel room collection at Costco last week. Surprisingly good Belgium beers.
http://www.beeradvocate.com/communi...rrel-room-collection-3-pack-at-costco.142552/
The Sam Adams winter collection is always a nice seasonal filler for the bottom refrigerator shelf.
When I can, I drink dark malt, heavy ales. If it looks like coffee, and tastes like it may have been brewed in a very old coffee pot ... I probably will like it.
When I used to brew beer, I made amber ales, extra stout, and "bitters". The bitters was so strong flavored it was hard to drink straight ( the name says it all), but was perfect for " 'alf -an-'alf ". It is a half pint of ale with the bitters floated on top. Imagine a Guinness black and tan on steroids.
Good story:
When my father came here from Germany in 1930, you couldn't buy beer or wine because of prohibition. His family settled down in a little melting pot community in NJ. It was all Germans, Polish, and Italians. The depression created a barter community in the town. The Polish were mostly butchers and bakers. The Italians all made wine and baked, the Germans made sausage, beer, and kraut. They would trade what they made for what the others made. Dad remembers rolling his wagon down the street filled with bottles of beer that Grandpa brewed. They would stop at neighbors houses and trade. By the time they got home the wagon was full of sausage, bread, a few pork chops, sauce and pasta, cookies for dad and his sister.....and the empty bottles from that last run. Grandpa brewed the beer in a small cellar he hand dug under the house. Dad's job was charging and capping the bottles on every batch. Once in a while he would add a tad too much sugar in the charge and they would hear caps shooting off and hitting the floorboards. He would have to get up and go down in the cold cellar and re-cap the bottles all night long as they popped off ( he was seven or eight at that time).
Fast forward from the hard times of the depression to the good times in the late 1950's. Grandpa had just retired to St. Pete, FL, and was looking for some work to keep busy, being a young 65 year old. Busch gardens was just getting ready to open and a friend said he should go and get a job at the brewery. He showed up at the front office and went to the receptionist, saying in his very thick German accent he was there to apply for the "brewer's job". They sent him in to talk with the director, who asked how long he had been a brewing beer. He said, "In Germany since around 1900, and in the US since 1930". The director spoke no German, and could barely understand grandpa's accent, so he said he was perfect for the job and sent him down to the plant ( where a lot of the guys spoke German). They drove him there in a golf cart, and showed him the brewing room. It was all gauges and dials, pipes, and huge tanks. He asked what they wanted him to do, and they said, "You check the beer batches and tell us what to do." It then became clear that they had given him the job as the brewmeister. He thought he was getting a job just working in the plant brewing beer. They liked him so much that they kept him on for several years as the "German Brewmeister" who gave the tours when the visitors came over from the animal park.