“The more poems you write, the more beer you get.”
Deschutes Red Chair NWPA (6.20% ABV): THE BARLEY MUST BE REPLACED BY THE BEER ITSELF. A kindred in glass and in cousin, a spectacle to taste and nothing strange, a single strand of haze, hazing. Floral is a floral is a floral is a floral, unless it is a citrus, a musing. A harmony that is calamity is nothing on the Tongue. Long. Bitter. End.
Gertrude Stein reviews Bud Light Lime and other beers at The Rumpus’ Funny Women Column.
Nina Martyris describes the latest addition to McCarthyinalia in Knoxville, Tennessee, the setting of much of McCarthy’s fiction: Suttree’s High Gravity Beer Tavern.
Matt and Anne have also been asked, hopefully, if their menu has a melon cocktail. The disappointing answer is no. The melon has an exalted place in the novel because of a ridiculous but tender scene in which a young botanical pervert call Gene Harrogate steals into the fields by nights, shucks off his overalls, and begins to mount melons in the soil.