Today’s Beer-of-the-game comes from Warrenville, IL which is a suburb west of Chicago. I thought twice about using a beer from around Chi-town for this BOTG, because it seems like the Astros lose every time I drink a beer from the opposing team’s territory. Considering that this was the rubber game of the series and the Astros hadn’t won a series on the road all season, it seemed like it was a foregone conclusion that my ‘Stros were going to lose anyways. So I figured, why the heck not drink a beer from Chicago? What could it hurt? I’ll get to that after the beer review.
The BOTG is called Cane and Ebel from Two Brothers Brewing. It’s described as a Red Rye Ale, and they brew it year-round up there in Warrenville. I’m not sure which of the two brothers wrote this, but here’s the info from their website.
Dry, but with a creamy touch of Thai Palm sugar and the spicy tang of rye, all balanced by loads of the wackiest new hops we could lay our hands on. Yep, it’s an original. And that’s no sin.
My first beer from Two Brothers. I’ve heard good things!
One more note about this brewery before I get to the review. The two brothers who started the brewery, along with the rest of the family all have names that begin with the letter “J”. That might not be of interest to many, but my family is full of “J” names as well. Jeff (that’s me), Jennifer, Jayden, Julianna, and James. So I already have a bit of affinity for this brewery before taking my first sip.
This red rye ale pours up, you guessed it, black. Just kidding, but it’s not really RED either. It’s more of a hazy, brownish-red. When held to the light you can easily see the reddish color come through, but in hand it appears brown. The head is off-white and about a finger width tall. Nice lacing though.
Poured up a dark reddish-brown. Not sure the lighting was quite right on the photo, but hopefully you get the idea.
Cane and Ebel smells like a Rye IPA to me. It’s clearly got the dark spicy notes from the rye, and the hops make an appearance in the nose with notes of pine and citrus. I haven’t had a ton of rye beers, but this one smells distinctly of the rye, and it is much appreciated. Some of the others I’ve tried didn’t give me any indication that rye was used at all.
The taste of this beer is exactly what I’ve been waiting for in a rye beer. It’s got a spicy, bready flavor that just screams, “RYE!” I also get quite a big kick of piney, grassy hops that contributes to make this beer plenty bitter. However, you can also taste the smooth sweetness from the palm sugar.
Overall, I think this beer is an excellent example of the Rye Ale style. It’s easily the best rye beer that I’ve ever tried, and that makes it all the more disappointing that I can’t easily get this beer in Texas. Hopefully, some of my favorite local breweries will start to experiment with this style soon, because I just discovered that I REALLY like rye beers. I give this beer a Home Run!
Well, well, well. Turns out that the chosen BOTG didn’t have a detrimental effect on the Astros performance today. Quite the opposite, in fact, when you consider that the Astros offense exploded for 4 home runs on the day to help score 11 runs.
Home runs were hit by J.D. Martinez, Brett Wallace, Justin Maxwell, and Jose Altuve. It just so happened that we needed every last one of them, because the final score was 11-9.
Lucas Harrell pitched fairly well on a day when the ball was clearly flying out of the park, and he deservedly was rewarded with a W to push his record to 6-4. He clearly was looking forward to facing his former team, and it showed with his aggressive demeanor on the mound. He doesn’t usually strike out 5 batters in a game. Heck, sometimes he doesn’t even get the other team to swing and miss AT ALL!
The last thing I want to mention is the fact that the ball still hasn’t landed that Justin Maxwell hit for his 6th homer of the season. Some people are getting tired of the way he flips his bat after he hits a home run, but if we see that bat flip another 15 times this season I will not be one of the complainers. That dude crushes the baseball. Simple as that.
Let’s go to San Francisco and take another road series! Go ‘Stros!