Author Archives: Lady Jay
Bags packed, Lady Jay leaves her crude, provincial homeland, where the sun never stops shining and ice-cold lager flows (and drinks) like water to quench the burn of mountains of extra-spicy chicken wings consumed in front of seemingly-endless football. How will she survive in ye olde London-town? How many pints of warm ale, pots of […]
That was my reaction on a recent trip to Tampa with Herr Hordeum to visit his progenitors. The “what” was a Cigar City brewpub. The “where” was Airside Terminal C of the Tampa International Airport. Regular Aleheads may recognize Cigar City from coverage of previous Tampa adventures, or, if you’re lucky, from drinking a Jai […]
Recently, I found myself sitting in a car on Friday afternoon, at the border of the United States and Canada, anxiously awaiting a weekend of delicious Seattle hop-bombs on the way back from suffering through nine days of weak Canadian swill.* I thought I had nothing to fear. I thought my suffering was over. I […]
Quick question for you: what is responsible for the adoption of agriculture, the pyramids, antibiotics, the Sistene Chapel, antiseptic medicine, modern commerce, American colonization and independence, modern manufacturing, the end of child labor, and little girls being able to eat ice cream? If you guessed beer, you’re right. You’re pretty smart. Wow. I’m impressed. Or […]
I have lived in a town within easy driving distance of Oklahoma Joe’s BBQ in Kansas City for longer than I care to say. Occasional reports would filter back of a magical gas-station meat cookery, the products of which could help a lame man to walk or a blind man to see. A certain cantankerous […]
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Lady Jay reviews the offerings of the Alaskan Brewing Company, with special notes on their green manufacturing process.
Close your eyes (Figuratively. Keep reading.). It’s quiet. You’re warm, relaxed, floating. You take a slow, deep breath, and the scents of hops and yeast envelop you, a soothing balm to ease the pains of your hectic lifestyle. You open your eyes, and realize that you are soaking in a tub of warm, aromatic beer. […]
Lady Jayhawk shares her experiences trying to track down the elusive Evander beer.