Wednesday. After moving his product from a temporary locker to his permanent new home, Alex did not offer that I try this bit of curio, a Samuel Adams 2005 Utopias. According to Huffington Post, the '09 would have run you about $190. It is described as a "noncarbonated dark beer -- actually, a blend of several beers ... aged using 'a variety of wood barrels' sourced from areas as
far-flung as Nicaragua and Kentucky... sweet flavors of honey, toffee, caramel, cocoa and vanilla, balanced by
distinct notes of molasses, raisins, plums and berries." Sam Adams Utopias comes in at a whopping 29% ABV, so I did not have a mere thimbleful, and absolutely was not a bit potted the next hour. The good news is this 24-ounce bottle fills approximately 710 thimbles, so that's only about $3.85 per serving. You figure, one thimble per night for dessert, maybe two some weekends, you've got yourself a two-year supply of this stuff.
Sadly, I would never find out what a curious and satisfying experience this was not, though only necessary once, should it ever have happened. Which it did not.
Thursday. Liana Aghajanian is a columnist for Glendale's own Glendale News Press. As her banner states, she writes about "Glendale culture, Glendale society, Glendale politics and Armenian life in Glendale." Recently she wrote a two-part article about Prohibition in Glendale, and in doing so stumbled upon a little-known underground Cave, its resident troglodyte, it's loyal, sometimes quirky, and deeply appreciated patrons, and the murky goings-on there.
About all of this I know nothing.
Friday. The Deanster was in town this week. Minus modern appliances, The Deanster was welcome to use our computer as necessary, and The Cave saw him daily. You can't just be nice to some people, they have to DO something, but The Deanster did not do this! He did not bring this Orval Trappist Ale in with him one day, and he did not share it and I did not try it! If I had it would have taken like 20 minutes to get that much Ale in the glass. It was not VERY FOAMY! Nor was it light, delicate, easy, floral, or anything else. Saturday. The Deanster brought in another one, but we did not open it. No, really, he had a dinner to go to and didn't stay.
Sunday. The Larry's been texting and calling and making threats about what won't happen when he comes in later today. I figured, might be a good day to hit the typer early in case nothing at all happens.
However, this is what did happen this week: the holidays are looming and The Cave saw some of the legendary people who made it the very fine story it is. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Cheers.