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Beer Run to Mississippi

On the afternoon of July 1st, I drove into a changed Mississippi under gray clouds that foretold a fine summer rain. Some 15 hours earlier, at precisely midnight, that state’s House Bill 1322 went into effect, allowing for legal existence of that wonderful institution beer lovers in Tennessee have taken for granted for so long: the brewery taproom.

Until that day, the nine breweries in Mississippi could only sell their product through a distributor, on tap through restaurants and bars, and in package. They weren’t allowed to sell it onsite, but could offer paid brewery tours that gave away free samples. It was a measly loophole that didn’t encourage visitors to hang around and hoist a few.

Now all that has changed. Granted, Mississippi has not been on the cutting edge of the craft beer industry. Only Georgia — despite big, cosmopolitan Atlanta — still doesn’t allow on-premise sales at breweries. Back in 2013, Mississippi became the 49th state to allow home brewing. But this is Mississippi, so, all things considered, coming in 49th out of 50 is like winning the silver. (Lucky Town Brewing in Jackson, has released a brew called Old No. 49 Farmhouse Ale to commemorate the “victory.”) So it was that Mrs. M and I — under those cloudy skies and with R.E.M. on the stereo — went down to Water Valley, a little Oxford bedroom community. Along with the other eight Mississippi breweries, the Yalobusha Brewing Company was celebrating the long overdue HB1322. Located in what Water Valley calls downtown, Yalobusha has staked out a great spot in the former Hendricks Foundry building, connected to a small coffee shop by an even smaller games arcade. Flanked on either side of the building were food trucks offering tacos and a pizza stand. It’s neat.

Yalobusha Brewery

There, over two great offerings from Yalobusha — its wonderfully named Snopes Pilsner and Blues Trail Farmhouse Ale — was as good a place as any to consider the implications of the three-year political slog it took to pass a law with a lot of economic upside and little to no downside. After all, there are a lot cheaper and quicker ways of getting into drunken foolishness than drinking craft beer at a homegrown brewery. But Mississippi was the first state to pass prohibition and the last to repeal it, so its relationship with alcohol is complicated.

Which has given brewers that much more to celebrate. Theirs is a business with pretty thin margins after everyone involved has taken their bit. The general rule of thumb among the brewers with whom I spoke was that each barrel sold on premise (without a middle man) generates about $1,000 of much-needed revenue. Sell enough of those, and you start making new local hires to deal with the demand.

The legal fight was largely spearheaded by Jackson attorney Matthew McLaughlin, who is also the executive director of the Mississippi Brewers Guild. McLaughlin expects the number of breweries in the state to double over the next 18 to 24 months. “It, in theory, lowers the risk of new products that they [brewers] want to introduce, because they have the opportunity to test in a taproom.”

Low-risk testing leads to more innovation, which leads to more products and growth which, politics aside, ought to be pretty straightforwardly a positive outcome. Breweries are embracing their new freedom in different ways. For the moment, Yalobusha is all about the beer, letting the local pizza place and food trucks handle the suds-sopping pub grub aspect.

The Lazy Magnolia Brewery, in Kiln, is adding a small kitchen to its works in order to make it a destination brewpub. If you’ve never heard of Kiln, Mississippi, don’t worry, few have. Apparently, that includes the global satellite communication system. The website offered directions and a helpful warning that if you put their address in GPS, you will get lost.
Which sounds like a road trip I’m just going to have to take.

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An App for Tap: Pour-It-Yourself Brews

In my experience, the craft beer scene seems to run on two different but parallel tracks: tap rooms that look like charming, happy barns or garages and the distinctly modern. PizzaRev, which opened the other week next to International Paper, is the latter. It isn’t being overly stylish. It’s just really clever.

PizzaRev is a chain out of California where you can create your own pie — from the crust to sauce, cheese, and toppings, or you can choose a pizza from the menu. And it’s good pizza, but what caught my eye was the self-pour beer system, which co-owner Robby Stewart told me isn’t a PizzaRev thing at all. “I don’t mean to make myself seem smarter than I am, but I was looking for a unique way to deliver beer.”

So you pony up to the counter and order. They swipe your card and give you a little fob on a wristband which looks like a watch you’d get out of a Cracker Jack box. Mosey on over to a wall of 16 gleaming taps, each with a screen telling you about the brew. After you make a decision and a pour, the fob and the tap “chat” and keep track of what you’ve had. Usually, a 16-ounce pint glass measures 13 or 14 ounces of beer, plus gas and foam. Here you only pay for the beer.

An “all-day, every-day flight”

“We sell pizza. It’s a pizza place,” says Stewart. But he’s quick to admit that he also wanted to create a conversational draw. “In our first week, I saw people who didn’t know each other striking up conversations about what they like and have tried. And that’s what I wanted to do.” The beauty of the self-pour system is that you aren’t committing to a full pint. You can pour eight ounces. Or less. Or more. “It’s an all-day, every-day flight,” says Stewart.

The key to the experiment was developing relationships with local breweries. To do that, Stewart recruited Ryan Guess — mortgage banker by day, host of 600 WREG’s The Beer Show, and president of Memphiscraftbeer.com. Guess poured me a pint (13.5 oz, actually) and explained that his mission with the wall was two-fold: providing local favorites, as well as introducing new flavors to the Memphis palate. Of the 16 beers on tap, eight are local brews — some standards, some short runs — and eight are carefully chosen craft beers from elsewhere. “There will never be a beer on that wall I haven’t tasted,” he says.

Macro-brews are available too, but the taps are for craft beers. Like Stewart, Guess is excited about the sampling for the simple reason that it promotes trying new things. And he’s also excited about the beers Memphis doesn’t know about yet. Guess changes the beers out with an eye to the seasons and because … why not? Current selections can be tracked with the iPour app, which lets you rate favorites and take notes. It also will track how much you’ve had, which sounds like a bizzaro-world Fitbit to me, but to each their own.

The taps put on the brakes after you’ve had 32 ounces. If you’ve been there for more than an hour or so and have eaten a pizza, you can get cleared to have another. But, frankly, if you’ve quaffed 32 ounces of high-gravity double IPA, you’ve probably had enough. “We are a pizza place,” said Stewart. “We’ve got families coming in here.”

Why stop at one futuristic gizmo? The PizzaRev app lets you order from your phone while in the restaurant. Stewart told me about a customer who was sitting with friends, got hungry, and ordered a pie from his phone. They delivered it to his table.

“Wow,” I said, “We’ve reached a tipping point in laziness.”

“No,” Stewart said, “We’ve reached a tipping point in convenience.”

And so we have.

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Tailgating Time

Ever since Milo of Croton reportedly carried an ox across the Olympic stadium before killing, roasting, and eating the thing in a single day, sports fans have been tailgating. Tailgate parties are about the easiest entertaining there is — which is probably why men are allowed to throw them. It’s casual. Your clothes are supposed to have team logos and numbers on them and probably someone else’s name across the back. Small talk is replaced by deep and unwieldy philosophical discussions on the impending cosmic implications of The Game.

It should be pointed out, however, that these primordial get-togethers aren’t as easy as they were back in Milo’s day, or even back in mine. When I was in college, there were only about three beers, and they all tasted exactly alike. Budweiser was slightly more expensive than Miller, which made it more sophisticated. (I swear I had a friend who drank Bud when scoping for a date because he thought it made him look like a bon vivant. Nowadays, he pulls the same stunt with Range Rovers.)

Cheap domestic beers still have plenty of fans, people who like them because they’re used to the flavors and those beers take them back to yesteryear, a carefree time when you could drink a beer without having to talk about it. But those days are in the past for most of us. Now, if you set out a cooler of Budweiser or Coors at your tailgate, you’re going to look like you’re just mailing it in.

Cash Saver

Having a nice variety of beers is the key to the modern tailgate party. And when I want variety, I head to the Madison Growler and Bottle Shop, a sort of shop within a shop at the Cash Saver on Madison. The growler station sports about 30 local and regional brews on tap. And one aisle over, in what I like to call the “Glorious Hall of Beer,” there are 300 or so varieties.

I like Tin Roof, which has an aptly named Gameday IPA that hits the mark. It’s got some hop to it that’s balanced out with citrus, so it isn’t wildly bitter. And not to be too blunt about it, but at 4.3 percent ABV, you can safely drink a fair amount of it. Also, I know it’s a marketing gimmick, but speaking as one of the eight living Americans who actually like reading William Faulkner, I also like Yalobusha’s Snopes Family Pilsner. I should add, generally speaking, you can’t go wrong with a Pilsner at an early season tailgate. They’re lighter in flavor and alcohol, and more suitable for warm weather.

Speaking of Faulkner, it’s best to avoid moonshine because, well, it’s moonshine. You might think you can hold it, but you can’t. No one can. Not even Faulkner, although he never seemed to get the memo. That edict goes for most hard liquor at a tailgate. Sure, there is always the tried-and-true Bloody Mary, but go easy; game day is a marathon, not a sprint.

And there’s always the wine option, though with all due respect to Milo of Croton, who supposedly consumed 18 liters of wine daily (probably to wash down the ox), vino just seems out of place at a tailgate. Instead, consider cider. I know. The very word conjures up both the insufferably trendy and antebellum family heirlooms in the same breath. Which is no mean feat. That said, Sonoma Cider and Smith & Forge both make good hard ciders that aren’t too sweet. But do check the ABV, some of the newer ciders really pack a wallop. Still, while I’m no doctor, I did go to a lot of med school parties, so I’m pretty sure something made of apples can’t be too bad for you.