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Pious Monk Dunkel

by Greg Marchilena
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The last time I found myself in the city of Pittsburgh, PA, it was 2008 and I was there to visit family on what I’m sure would seem like a [...]

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Beer Memory: Gutting Out Football Season with my Friend, Allagash White

by Eve Porcello
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Fall has always been my favorite season. I love the pumpkins, the jackets, the cool nights. I was even one of those insufferable kids who loved going back to school. [...]

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My Two Beer Cents: When You Drink a Damn Cheap Beer

by Heath Goss
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It’s a good time to be a beer drinker in America.  Mass market beer sales are down 1%.  Craft beer sales are up 12%, and the numbers are still growing.   [...]

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Homebrew Recipe: “The Smashing Pumpkin”

by Christopher LaSpada
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I have brewed many beers over the five years as a homebrewer, but  could never master a Pumpkin Ale recipe to the high quality level of the other styles I’ve [...]

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My Two Beer Cents: Brewdog Always Brewing the Extreme

by Celena Cipriaso
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I have to be honest here. I’ve only had one Brewdog beer.  And it wasn’t even a full Brewdog beer.  It was a 12.5 ABV Barleywine called Devine Rebel that [...]

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Beer Memory: Pretty Things Jack D’or

by Celena Cipriaso
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Call me a beer sentimentalist, but I don’t think all love of beer can be merely expressed through tasting notes.  I don’t know about you, but while taste is something [...]

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Escape from LA to an Unexpected Beer Paradise

by Eve Porcello
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The plan seemed straightforward enough. We would leave work an hour early on Friday and escape from LA. We’d get away from the low-flying helicopters, the soul-crushing traffic, and the [...]

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