by Mallory Turner
No, seriously, where are you? I’m relatively new to the beer scene, but it doesn’t take a certified Cicerone to be able to notice the lack of female flavor in this batch. Craft beer is an overwhelmingly male-dominated industry. It doesn’t really make sense, does it? Aren’t we expected to stay in the kitchen, anyway? It seems like women and brewing should be a perfect fit. Oddly enough, there is truth to that statement; women were actually known as being the original brewers, sorry, I mean brewsters, the female counter-part to ‘brewer’ (how cute is that?!).
The history, no, herstory, the herstory of brewing actually began four thousand years ago in Mesopotamia with the Ancient Sumerians. Women were the only ones allowed to brew beer. They even had three female deities to watch over the whole process: Ninkasi, “the lady who fills the mouth”, and Siris were both Goddesses who would watch over the daily ritual of brewing, and there was Siduri, who was a very wise alewife, or brewster, from the epic Gilgamesh. Not only did Siris know her shit when it came to beer, she was also full of wisdom, which she imparted onto Gilgamesh. Continue reading
By Mallory Turner
First rule in craft beer bars: trust your bartender. And at the risk of hearing loud guffaws and endless mockery when I walk into work, don’t be afraid to trust your servers, either. Most of us know what we’re doing. Most of us also have opinions on how to and how not to behave in bars devoted to delicious craft beers, specifically local ones. The list I’ve compiled is mostly negative, and quite possibly about you, so be forewarned.
Most importantly, other than trusting your service staff, obviously, don’t be a snob. Let’s be honest, no one likes a snob. Snobs in the craft beer community tend to be categorized into two groups: those who know very little about a lot and those who know a lot about very little. Both tend to be the ones who swirl, sniff, and slurp. Every single time. Every single taste. The former may have dabbled in home-brewing. And, of course, by “dabbled in”, I mean they’ve tried it once, most likely a failed interpretation of a Bock. These are the ones who ask me for stout blondes. They’re the ones who learned just enough about beer terminology to not know how to use it correctly. The latter of the category tends to be the self-important type, which we have all too much of in our little community, and these are the ones I feel, most often, the need to address. Continue reading