“The secret of a happy life is to know when to stop – and then go that bit further.” –Inspector Morse, classic British televis...
Bourbon, bone marrow, Greg Fischer … and Stella Artois?
My New Year’s resolution was going to be writing this column weekly, rather than twice monthly, in 2014. Might as well get started. Whether wo...
Strawberry’s Bar Forever
Once I’d actually gotten to know the brothers Harold and Kenny Schneider, who at the time owned the K & H Café in Lanesville, Indiana, elements of...
From Bier Brewery to Cumberland Brews, but not neglecting Plaid Friday
My eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing, right there on the Twitter feed. Could it really be? Up in Indianapolis at the Mass Avenue Pub – a fin...
Aren’t we leftists all?
Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched? The sensation of which I speak isn’t an irrational state like paranoia. Rather, it’s the sneaking su...
I’m not kidding. Downtown New Albany is a craft beer destination
I place little stock in seemingly ubiquitous on-line reader polls, and I don’t personally encourage anyone to vote. In like fashion, the New Alb...
Can we really have it all?
Just the other day, I heard the news that executive chef Reed Johnson had parted ways with Against the Grain. Actually, I read the news at the Eater L...
Tears of joy at the Augustiner, 1985
Coming of age in the Ohio Valley in the 1960’s and ‘70’s meant witnessing on a depressing, first-hand basis the very nadir of beer culture in America....
No worth without principle
My career has been riddled with controversy, which I never fully understand. — Liz Phair Louisville’s annual Brew at the Zoo (BATZ) has come and...
Baby come back
There was a time when I’d make beer lists whenever I traveled, and it dates me considerably to confide that these were compiled using a pen and paper,...