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Is this the new peanut butter and chocolate? the new Adam and Eve, Mom and apple pie, or God and Country combination? I think maybe.
Many of my island friends are beer drinkers. Many like rum, but it’s not their goto drink. That’s fine. My good buddy @BigKahunaBrewer and his lovely wife are a great example of this. Hard core island souls without rum running through their veins. That’s okay. I have to tell you that I love beer too. I might know as much about brewing beer as distilling rum. Don’t let that get out please! To that end, my favorite local bar (the one where people actually like me and speak to me) is a beer bar not a Tiki hut. I know, the travesty. Stay with me on this story and keep reading you’ll like where it’s going.
My good friend Mark, the owner of Mr. Beery’s craft beer bar in Sarasota, Florida is a bit of a non-conformist. It’s not good enough that he has 27 taps of good craft beer and NOTHING else. Food? Fuhgedaboutit. Bud Light? Fuhgedaboutit. (Did I mention he’s a transplanted New Yorker?). Rum? Fuhgedaboutit. At least not until now.
Mark has two special taps. The first is the Hopinator 1000, where he takes a traditionally hoppy beer and runs it through more fresh hops to really kick it up a notch. Wow. The second its the Infusinator 2000 where he really gets wild and crazy and concocts some of the weirdest infusions around. Try Pabst Blue Ribbon run through oak chips and bacon. That one didn’t turn out so well. Or how about a brown ale run through apple pie filling? Wheat beer through fresh Florida oranges? Blueberry ale run through Cheerios? Infusions can get crazy. Girl Scout cookies, Krispy Kreme doughnuts and now my favorite:
Siesta Key Gold Rum which was allowed to soak into cedar wood chips for over two weeks. Then Mark takes Victory Storm King Stout (ABV 9.5 %) and runs it through the infusion. Outfreakingstaningmybrotha!
What does it taste like? The Stout really stays front and center. Cedar has a strong flavor and presents itself solidly in the middle of the drink. The rum doesn’t show up until the swallow when it settles into the back of your jaw and your throat. It is relax quite subtle and reassuringly not overpowering. I love this pint. I’ve had a few. It is admittedly hard to sit and drink all night.
I tip my hat to Mark Tuchman and Mr. Beery’s for his Rum infused Stout creation. Mark is a confirmed island soul himself and would be there full time if it weren’t for his young beautiful girls and wife who are (at least for now) keeping him firmly planted on the Gulf Coast. If you are in or near the Sarasota area, you should look up Mr. Beery’s and stop in. Chances are the load mouthed asshole telling stories about rum soaked nights in the West Indies will be me.