The last night of Great American Beer Festival (GABF) is bittersweet; beer geeks are in a flurry of activity
during the three-day event, meeting new people and drinking new beer but, when
Saturday’s nigh, the sense of the
festivals’ impending cessation becomes palpable. However, as a certain quotable Yankee once
said, “it aint over till it’s over”—the party don’t stop till 10 o’clock!
Before the final night of debauchery,
Nicole and I attended the GABF awards ceremony for our first time. Casual drinkers may wonder why anybody would
want to listen to speeches from industry leaders, watch a bunch of brewers
receive medals, but not actually drink
beer. A beer-less beer event? What’s the point? I suppose it’s for the same reason a movie
buff might attend the Academy Awards even though no actual movies are shown or
why America’s obese go to see live tapings of their favorite cooking shows—in
these situations, none of the aficionados are experiencing their passion
first-hand but they are surrounded by
their heroes and like-minded enthusiasts; that’s where they get their fix and
that’s how beer geeks get their fix at the GABF awards ceremony.
But I lied! There actually was beer served at the awards ceremony albeit in small quantities. It wasn’t any old beer, either; it was
Porter’s Pride, the beer awarded to all 2012 GABF medalists! Nicole and I got two bottles at Friday’s media luncheon but, until the ceremony, we’d yet to drink it.
The ceremony crowd shuffles in |
Porter’s Pride is named in honor
of Danny Williams, the GABF cellar master who succumbed to cancer earlier this year. I, like most people in the room,
didn’t know Danny on a personal level but there were, nonetheless, quite a few
misty eyes when, at the ceremony’s commencement, thousands of hands raised a cup
of Porter’s Pride and toasted to his legacy.
The rest of the ceremony progressed
much as one would expect: the winners for each category were announced,
honorees took the stage, had a picture taken with Charlie Papazian, and were
handed a bottle of Porter’s Pride. As
brewers received their coveted prizes, Nicole and I made note of the medaling beers
we wanted to try during the Saturday night session and made sure to cheer especially
loud for every winning Colorado brewery.
I am Hoosier by birth so I gave my due respects to the Indiana breweries,
too, but The Crossroads of America wasn’t representing as well as it did last year.
A funny and slightly awkward
incident occurred when medalists for the American-Style Lager, Light Lager or Premium Lager category were announced. The top
three beers were, in ascending order, Keystone Light, Miller Lite, and Pabst Blue Ribbon (perhaps now Pabst Gold Medal?) and, when that information sank in,
a rolling chuckle swept through the room; the audience couldn’t help but laugh
at the absurdity of honoring these corporate giants; GABF should be about supporting
relatively small craft brewers, not praising their oppressors.
GABF is a celebration of the art
of craft beer, why does this category even exist? As far as I’m concerned, to award a medal for
best American lager, light lager, or premium lager is to exalt mediocrity. Technically
speaking, these types of lagers are actually very difficult to brew because
their flavorless character means all imperfections are noticeable. However, difficulty does not automatically equal quality; I imagine there’s a certain level of exertion put forth in deep-frying
a stick of butter but that doesn’t mean you should
deep-fry butter or that you should to put that grotesqueness in your mouth. It’s like McDonald’s showing up at a
neighborhood burger cook-off and winning “Most Hormonally Pumped-Up Beef”; it’s
not a prestigious victory, it just means you’re the best of the worst.
Nicole especially liked the name of the bronze medalist |
Of the 51 entrants in the American-Style
Lager, Light Lager or Premium Lager category, I wonder how many were from craft
breweries. For the reasons stated
above, few artisan brewers bother with this type of beer; they prefer complexity,
flavor, and, dare I say, class when formulating recipes. Still, I’m issuing a challenge to three craft
breweries with mettle; develop and refine the perfect American-style lager,
light lager, or premium lager, enter it into the 2013 GABF, and shove the big
breweries out of the spotlight. Just
make a small batch, the only people who need to taste it are GABF judges.
To monolithic, faceless breweries,
GABF medals are inconsequential; their sales and public exposure will stay
relatively constant regardless of accolades accrued.
They don’t need a medal to be
successful, just a population of beer drinkers with undiscerning taste. This is not so true for
start-up breweries; awards can do much in the way of attracting attention from both beer geeks and casual drinkers thus stirring up business. Beat the big guys at their own game, craft
breweries, and keep them out of the top three.
Our parking meter was running out
and Nicole and I couldn’t stay until the end so, unfortunately, we missed Funkwerks
receiving the award for Small Brewing Company and Small Brewing Company Brewer of the Year. Represent!
Wynkoop tantalizes beer geeks waiting in line |
The Saturday night session wasn’t
much different than Thursday night save for the fact that our group was larger
(including a GABF virgin who needed to be corralled from time to time) and the crowd
was rowdier. We managed to taste a
number of medalists before they got sucked dry (including the gold medalist in the homebrew category) and, once again, Nicole and I ran into these two
beer-loving friends that always seem to pop-up wherever we may be. I forget their names—which is okay because
they forgot mine, too—but, for the fourth random time (we also met them at Hops & Pie, last year’s GABF, and River North Brewery), we coincidentally
crossed paths in a beer-y location. Considering
the size of GABF, that’s one impressive happenstance.
The biggest complaint most beer
geeks have about Saturday’s GABF is that it’s usually attended by party people,
drunkards, frat bros, and other assorted unsavory individuals; it’s supposed to
be an event to savor beer and get a little drunk, not a place to slam as many
beer’s as humanly possible and make a drunken ass of yourself. The fault lies mostly in the person acting a
fool but, while 99.99% of the GABF volunteers do an excellent job, there was, unfortunately,
one subpar pourer. I approached her
booth and, seeing she was pouring from a bottle with the label turned in such a
way that I could not see it, I asked about its name and style. She answered flatly, “does it matter?” Does it matter? Yes, lady, it absolutely matters! I prefer to know what goes into my body. Nobody expects you to prevent d-bags from
getting wasted but your blasé attitude excuses indiscriminate drinking and
encourages the negative image beer geeks have of Saturday night. In so many words, I explained again that I
would please like to know the beer’s
style. It turned out to be a red ale of
some sort. Now, was that so hard? I reiterate, though, that this dingbat was
the exception—GABF volunteers, as a
whole, rock my socks.
Before long, the lights went up,
the doors opened, the pitchers were put away, and the throngs of revelers were ushered
outside. So ended another GABF and, in
my opinion, the best one yet! This was
the first time I attended a Thursday session, the first time I attended the media luncheon, the first time I attended the awards ceremony, and, when it was all over, I realized I had delved deeper into the world of GABF than I ever had
before. Thank you, GABF, for another
sud-soaked weekend; I’m already looking forward to 2013.
Prost!
Chris
This year, I saw GABF
from a different perspective: as the designated driver. Don’t worry, I was
still able to sneak a few tiny sips of the beers I really wanted to try such as 21st Amendment Brewery’s Hell or High Watermelon; I’ve been searching for that beer for years and came so close
this summer when we were at Bruisin’ Ales in North Carolina but the store had
just run out of it. I had another
opportunity to enjoy Rivertown Brewing Company’s Roebling which I had when we were in Cincinnati on that same trip that took us to North Carolina. It’s definitely a
beer for those with a sweet tooth. It tastes like a brownie with vanilla and
some roasted quality. Most of the reviewers on BeerAdvocate hate this beer but
that’s fine by me—more for me to drink (that is to say, more for me when I go
back to Cincinnati since I can’t get it in Colorado)! I sampled as many pumpkin
beers as possible, as well.
My official role for
this year’s GABF was that of photographer. Putting my media pass to use, I
walked up to strangers—usually dressed eccentrically—and asked to take their picture.
It was quite an amusing assignment and it resulted in many blackmail-worthy
photos.
Nicole
If you're "Out of Touch" and don't get the joke, perhaps you should hire some "Private Eyes" but only if you're a "Rich Girl." Otherwise, "I Can't Go for That (No Can Do)." |
Magic Hat indeed! |
This is how you want to advertise yourself, Sonoma Springs? |
At least there was a happy ending |
Words fail me |