Eric Smillie has titled his NYT article "Tastings With Craft Beers" (May 30, 2010), but the headline could just as well read "Musical Beers Play Taps":
You could be forgiven a bit of indecision when ordering a drink at Beer Revolution in Oakland, California. While its coolers glisten with bottles of the world's choice beers, the bar offers a list of exquisite and rare brews that changes daily -- it could take an enthusiast months (or a visit to a potentially far-flung brewery) to catch some of them again.Good God, it's like musical chairs! I'm in beer heaven. Or would be if I weren't in beer hell. Not only am I not in Oakland partaking of a brew from that revolving beer bar, I'm in my Seoul apartment, where my dear wife has recently persuaded me that a big beer after my daily exercise might not be such a sound notion. I offered to drink a daily pint of whisky instead, citing the example of the great James Madison, but she nixed that as well.
Now, I've agreed to drink beer only once a week. I suppose that there are advantages to this scheme, but I'd need a few drinks to consider what they might be. I trust that most readers can understand why I found myself briefly if rebelliously wishing that I were still living in Berkeley on Alcatraz Avenue, the border to Oakland, so that I'd be within biking distance of Beer Revolution:
Painted a deep red appropriate to its name, Beer Revolution (464 Third Street; 510-452-2337), which opened earlier this year, is the latest in a growing number of tasting bars in northern California and Oregon that combine a hyperactive tap list with an exhaustive selection of bottled craft beers that patrons can sample in-house or take away. "There’s a huge craft brewing movement -- every month there's a new small craft brewery opening," said Rebecca Boyles, a co-owner of the shop with her husband, Mark Martone, who is known as Fraggle. "There's literally a beer revolution going on," Mr. Martone said.That's Ms. Boyles in the photo above, in case you were wondering who this friendly woman might be, and I can well imagine drinking a few beers at her bar and humming a few bars of some drinking ditty as I enjoy the atmosphere.
Well . . . I can dream of rebellion, can't I?