Posted By: Sara Bryce
I am not a stout fan. I understand that this makes #StoutDay problematic.
My fiancé, lucky for me on this holiday, loves stouts. To know this is true, one only needs to gaze upon the lumberjack-style beauty that is his beard; we are both convinced that his facial hair growth is fueled by his hearty consumption of the stuff.
I decide to send him out on this quest alone. This will either be exponentially profitable, because I get to wear pajamas before 7 p.m.; or a serious mistake, since he may not return for five hours and every single text with which I attempt to ascertain his coordinates will go unanswered (this actually happened for an entire work day during our local Oktoberfest). I am putting all trust in his judgment. I am also trusting that he won’t fall into the Beer Abyss of Unanswered Texts.
Anticipating the feared scenario will happen anyway, but hoping to be pleasantly surprised, I retrieve a leftover Ace Joker from the fridge.
Pleasant surprise happens at 6:30, when he enters the apartment with 7 stouts in tow: Founders Breakfast Stout; Bell’s Kalamazoo Stout; Bell’s Java Stout; Bell’s Double Cream Stout; New Holland Dragon’s Milk Oak Barrel Ale (yup, I’m from Detroit so I’m excited to get so many western Michigan beers in stores up here in Wisconsin); Southern Tier Mokah Imperial Stout; and Weyerbacher Tiny Belgian Style Imperial Stout.
The question of the day: Where to start?
Founders Breakfast Stout
He says: Let’s start with Founders’ Breakfast Stout, since that’s the one no one can get in Florida and we can laugh.
(We moved here from Tallahassee)
She says: It smells like a coffee shop. Good sign!
He says: Slick, but not oily. Velvety? It has a slight hazelnut scent.
She says: Tastes more like chocolate than I thought it would. Reminds me of the chocolate chip pancakes my dad makes.
He says: Mmm, it’s on my mustache.
She says: I have a sudden memory of Penny on Pee Wee’s Playhouse.
He says: *burp* That’s a good’un.
She says: Part of a balanced breakfast.
Bell’s Kalamazoo Stout
She says: Less coffee or chocolate. Fewer memories of Saturday morning cartoons.
He says: I started too fast, even after a mouth rinse.
She says: Thoughts are turning now to Fraggle Rock. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’m just having visions of extreme facial hair in the wake of all this stout?
He says: There’s a bit of a toffee note. Tasting some vanilla and chocolate. Coffee-colored head. They talk like that on Ratebeer.com
She says: I don’t talk like that.
Bell’s Java Stout
She says: Huge coffee smell, but the coffee taste is slightly stale after having Founders’.
He says: It actually reminds me of Eight O’Clock Cuban coffee.
(We drink this coffee every morning)
She says: Oops.
He says: More stout in my mustache. I’m sure it’ll be wire-thick by morning.
She says: (entering her selections into her iPad, viewing Untappd’s suggestions) Dude, Untappd, I know I would like Southern Tier Crème Brûlée. #StoutDay will not be about mourning those beers I cannot have, but about appreciating those that I can.
Bell’s Double Cream Stout
She says: Tastes boozy. Me likey.
He says: Caramel notes hide the booze taste a little. There’s an oily mouth feel. Definitely my favorite Bell’s stout.
She says: (watching a replay of a questionable Florida State run that has been ruled in FSU’s favor) Yay! Bell’s Double Cream makes fumbles go away!
Southern Tier Mokah
He says: Heavy sweetness. It almost smells like bubblegum. Cuban coffee aftertaste.
She says: Too chocolatey for my taste. It might go well with something really spicy, like an entire bottle of Cholula.
He says: Fun beer fact–the carbonation will cut through the hot pepper oils on your tongue.
Dragon’s Milk
She says: Smells almost spicy. Ooh, bourbon barrel aged.
He says: Beautiful lacing on the glass. It’s a little less opaque than the first few beers. Barrel age taste is there. This beer is going to age well.
She says: Clearly I like liquor, because I’m loving this one, too.
Tiny:
(Last beer of the night. There’s a cork. Technical difficulties, but we finally open the beer without the use of a sword)
He says: Wonderful dark brown head, Belgian notes of glory and a spicy finish.
She says: Oooh. Smoother than Dragon’s milk but not fraught with the sweetness of Mokah. Solid beer with a Belgium feel. I’m totally on board.
He says: There’s a trip to Pennsylvania “brewing” inside my head due to this beer. I have to have it on tap.
She says: I can’t believe it’s only 9:30 and I’m feeling like this without any liquor. Note to self and to readers—Eat square meals on He Said/She Said nights. You don’t make friends with salad.
I’m not sure why I’m not a fan of stouts, because I did actually like giving these a chance. Stouts just don’t have what I love in a beer. I’ve heard the argument before that ladies “should” like stouts because of their ability to taste like baked goods and other things “girls like,” but give me a huge, stinky, hopped up double imperial pale ale any day!
What are some of your favorite stouts? What stouts did you celebrate with on Thursday? Let us know in the comments!























