Category: Randoms

  • Epic Product Reviews: Hop Hound Amber Wheat

    Ruff, Ruff!! I'm Hop Hound the rockin' dog!

    It’s difficult to know what to expect when macro-brewers endeavor to create a craft beer.  Sometimes it works out, and sometimes it doesn’t.  As for the effort, I like to think that even though the idea sprang from a whorish money grabbing attempt by the marketing department, those who actually get to brew the beer relish the opportunity to construct a legitimate, quality beverage.

    Hop Hound Amber Wheat, from our old pals at Anheuser Busch/InBev, fills the entire spectrum of poor marketing and decent craftsmanship.  Has anyone seen an ad for Hop Hound?  If you have, please clue me in.  And why not blitz the airwaves with advertising for Hop Hound, I mean, there’s a freaking dog on the label!  The possibilities are endless.  Never mind that the dog on Hop Hound looks like Poochie, the cartoon dog from The Simpsons that was used to make Itchy and Scratchy seem new and fresh, it’s still a dog!

    I have to go now. My planet needs me…to sell beer!

    The Hop Hound dog may not be totally in my face, but he’s got a modicum of attitude and style.  Besides, before he was jailed for statutory rape, sent to rehab and found Jesus, Spuds McKenzie proved that even a crack-addled canine can sell beer.

    A sweatshirt? Really, Spuds? I know it was the 80's but come on…

    As for the beer, Hop Hound isn’t bad at all.  Certainly not the disgrace that is Bud Light Golden Wheat.  Hop Hound, for starters, tastes like beer.  It has a decent amount of complexity to it.  Sort of a light, malty, wheat flavor with citrus undertones.  Not bad for a hot July 4th barbeque, certainly better than Bud Light, my other option.  I do wonder why a beer that has relatively little hoppiness (is that a word?) calls itself Hop Hound.  Maybe to a dog it is hoppy, but I digress.  The fact that it falls short of Costco’s Kirkland Signature Amber Ale is perhaps a question of taste.  I have no doubt that there will be those who really like Hop Hound, and kudos to them.  Personally, I don’t see myself buying it again but who knows, like I said it had some things going for it.  I just can’t help but feel that it lacked soul.  Maybe it was the dog.  Maybe there is a degree of prejudice because this is the same conglomeration that created Bud Light Golden Wheat. 

    I will say that I am now interested to try Michelob’s Shock Top, their take on a Belgian white.  Hop Hound is good enough to give me a little hope.  If I do try it, you will be the first to know.  Not literally.  The person who sells me the beer will know, and so will my wife, and maybe a friend or two.  But rest assured dear readers, you will be no more than fifth or sixth on the list…

    On a side note, how come there are never any cats on beer bottles?  And I don’t mean tigers or lions or leopards or ocelots or any other near relation.  I mean a domestic house cat.  As the owner of two cats, I can assure you that they can party with the best of them.  I’m throwing down the gauntlet, beer makers, I want a cat on my beer bottle by the end of the year.  I can see it now, Founders Ferocious Feline IPA.  Make it happen.

  • Free Agency – Declined

    It is to the credit of our readership, which I have long trumpeted as the most intelligent on the internet, that so many of you did not and do not closely follow the LeBron James saga.  Why follow the egomaniacal exploits of a man whose job it is to throw a ball through a hoop?  I imagine that the lives of those who choose not to immerse themselves in the minutiae of sport are quite often richer than those who get caught up in details of free agency.

    I write this because a few of you have wondered to me via e-mail or other media if I really was planning on leaving EP.  That is not the case, but rest assured I really appreciate the concern.  I feigned free agency as a nod to our Cleveland readers, a vocal and devoted group.  I’m sure the spoof was not lost on the vast majority of you.

    On a side note, Cleveland is an amazing food town.  Seriously.  Michael Symon has a fantastic restaurant there.  Cleveland boasts an all-grilled cheese cornucopia called MeltAnd Cleveland is also the home of Great Lakes Brewery, something any city would be proud of.  So stay strong Cleveland, even though many of you are Ohio State fans, a little Great Lakes love from Ann Arbor to you.

    As penance for this ridiculous ruse, I offer the following:  Six posts in seven nights (can’t do seven, my son has soccer camp and yes, I’m well aware of how that is a cliché but I still have to go and be a good father.  Besides, it’s my fault for immersing him in the World Cup.)  I will begin tomorrow evening with the long awaited Hop Hound review.

    There was one obvious clue that I was never going to leave.  In my original post, I stated that I was intrigued by the idea of “writing with other all-stars.”  I already write with an all-star (John) on EP.

  • Free Agency

    As you may or may not know, depending on whether you keep up with the inside dealings of elite food-related websites, my contract with Epic Portions expires at the end of the month.  I will officially be a free agent in a couple of weeks.  

    I love EP, I grew up as a food writer here.  This is where my posse lives.  All my local charities are funneled through EP.  To leave my “hometown” web site would be a very difficult thing. 

    But having said that, I still feel as if I need to explore all options.  Who is to say that my chances of winning a food writing championship won’t be enhanced by taking my talents elsewhere?  I appreciate being flown to several different cities and shown around their respective offices.  Promises of a new Mac, a corner office, greater artistic freedom, or the chance to write with other all-stars can be intriguing to say the least.  If I were to leave, I would hope that we could work out a “sign and trade” deal that would bring a couple of prospects to EP to help with the rebuilding process.

    Fortunately, I’m done with all the wining and dining, and am ready to make my decision.  And to the California website who took me to Guy Fieri’s restaurant, what the hell were you thinking?  Have you even read my stuff?  Sadly, talks fell through for a prime time special on Travel Channel, and I refuse to slum it on Food Network.  So, I’ll make my announcement right here on EP.  Tune in Wednesday night at ten to see if I’ll be staying or plying my wares at another locale.