Thursday, December 14, 2017

BridgePort Brewing Company - Tiny Horse Pilsner

Yeah, it's a Portland thing...
My little house in NE Portland is probably close to 100 years old. I call it The Shotgun Shack, and that's not just me trying to be ironic. The place literally IS a shotgun shack--one of those little houses where you could open the front and back doors and fire a shotgun through it without hitting anything. Well, almost. My Shotgun Shack is a bit more substantial (but not by much) and we love living here. 

There's a massive Douglas Fir in the front yard and an old cherry tree that still produces fruit. Both trees are probably as old as the house. When the weather is nice, I string a hammock up in the yard. You can find me out there most summer days with a tasty local beer perched on my belly. (The neighbors LOVE that, especially with their fancy AirBnB customers rolling through every day.)

Portlanders used to take a lot of pride in the old neighborhoods. I suppose most still do but with the recent population explosion and seemingly unchecked development, things are definitely changing. Last week, somebody chopped down a Doug Fir about the same size as ours on the next block over, apparently to make way for a set of condos. Grrrr.

One cool thing about our neighborhood and many of the others surrounding us is the existence of horse rings in the curbs. Many newcomers are initially confused by the rings and confounded by their presence. Transplants often come from places like Van Nuys, CA that were developed long after horses were used as the primary mode of transportation.
Ring-a-ding, ding!

These rings were mounted in the curbs when they were first built more than 100 years ago. Back then, most deliveries were made by horse-drawn wagons. Those rings provided a firm anchor for people like your milkman to tie up his horse while dropping off your milk and eggs. Yes, that was a real thing, too!

The rings remained an unused vestige of an era gone by until Portlanders started tying tiny model horses to the rings. Just keeping it weird, Portland! Or in this case, keeping it cute and kitschy. We actually had a tiny horse tethered to the ring in front of our house for a while, but of course, somebody stole it. Just keeping it sketchy, Portland!

That was certainly a long, rambling introduction to a beer review, but it's pertinent. Today's  beer is BridgePort Brewing Company's Tiny Horse Pilsner. The beer's name was inspired by those Portland horse rings and the tiny horse fad that followed.

The beer poured into my pilsner glass a clear, bright, straw yellow with a white,  bubbly head that dissipated quickly. Thin spots of lacing were left behind.

Aroma was grain, yeast, and lemony hops.

Taste was what you would expect from a pilsner with just a bit more of a hops punctuation mark at the end of each sip. BridgePort's website advises that Sterling, Crystal, Cascade and Saaz hops were used and I definitely appreciated this hopped-up pilsner. Lemony, slightly grassy, slightly herbal. Clean malt finish. I like!

Thin to medium mouthfeel. Lively carbonation. Refreshing.

Overall, I found Tiny Horse Pilsner to be a very quaffable, pleasant drink. This isn't often my style of beer, but on the occasion that I'm looking for a thirst quencher, this would be a respectable pick. On the BeerGuyPDX scale, I'm giving this one a rating of 3 crushed cans out of 4.


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