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anthem ciderLong ago, an apple a day didn’t really keep the doctor away. But a Hard Apple Cider did.

Because the bacteria found in colonial waters had a penchant for killing us, we brewed hard ciders from the many, many apples harvested fro this young country’s many, many orchards.

Peasants drank them, as did presidents. We even reared our kids on the stuff.

But then our water got better. And so did our beer. And our wine. And before long, our love of ciders was on the outs.

Until now, that is. Because ciders are back, and they’re back strong.

Lately, some of you have been asking for it, especially those of you with gluten allergies. We listened. And despite our commitment to canned craft beer, we’re giving your what you want: bottles of Wandering Aengus Ciderworks‘ tart and dry Anthem Hard Apple Cider, fermented to an ABV of 6 percent with the apples harvested from the cidery’s Salem orchard.

So if you’re a cider lover, ask as to pop a cap on one (or two) and properly pair it (or them) with either our Pulled Pork or our Smoked Half Chicken plate. And if you really want the most out of your cider, pair either of those meats with our creamy, but not-too, Cole Slaw and our Fingerling Potato Salad, with all its mustard seeds and shallots and cornichons and smoked bacon.

Your mouth belly will thank you, but your mouth’ll thank you more.

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omissionWe make meat that most of you want to eat. Those who don’t, we gave you Smoked Portobello Mushroom Sandwiches. And Wedge Salads. And, of course, beer because there’s no meat in beer. Although that does sound good.

And while some of you can eat meat till your seams burst, your allergy to gluten has prevented an increasing number of you from pairing all that pig with a cold one.

Until now.

You want gluten-free beer? You’ve got it, because now we’re pairing the meat you love with the suds you crave: introducing to our menu Widmer Brothers’ O-Mission Pale Ale.

Now, t’s impossible to cure a beer of all its gluten, kinda like it’s impossible to cure coffee of all its caffeine, but through a super secret trade practice, the Widmer Brothers have brewed a 6 percent ABV pale ale, and then sucked out of it nearly all the gluten.

That means your belly is in good hands. And will, soon, be full of both meat and beer.

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dale's pale aleThe founding fathers didn’t invent Democracy and they didn’t invent beer.

But they knew one thing to be true: Nothing pairs with Democracy quite like a cold one.

Well, like the founding fathers, the crew that brews at Oscar Blues didn’t invent craft beer, nor did they invent aluminum cans.

But they, too, knew one thing to be true: Nothing puts a beer in your hand quite the way a can does.

Cans are easy to transport into and out of our National Parks. Cans are easy to recycle. But most importantly, cans were made for sticky hands. Sticky with barbecue, that is.

So swing by and ask beer that started the American Craft Canned Brew Revolution: Dale’s Pale Ale.

It’s got a 6.5 percent ABV, it’s got 65 IBUs, and it comes in a can that’s red, white and blue.

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bachelorThere’s simply no way to make this look pretty. Nor is there a way to make it sound pretty.

But that’s neither here, nor there, because this thing eats pretty.

This “thing” is our Southern Bachelor Special, and the Southern Bachelor is house-smoked Pulled Pork, 3-Cheese Macaroni sando, garnished with a handful of Frito Corn Chips.

Think of it as an ungodly concoction made by God, himslef.

At four in the morning.

When he was drunk.

On beer.

Bad beer.

In other words, Heavenly.

But we got one thing that god don’t: Sides. And every Southern Bachelor comes with one. For just $12.

It may not cure you’re hangover, but it’ll certainly shorten it, because you’re gonna need a lotta Zs to sleep this thing off.

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HUB IPAThey might give trophies to every kid these days, but beer drinkers are far more fickle—they’ll only award a trophy when a batch of suds merits one.

So, when the judges at the 2008’s World Beer Cup sent home the brewers at Hopworks Urban Brewery with a gold medal for their Hopworks Organic IPA, you know it was earned.

And no, you no longer have have to lug around a growler or a 22-ounce bottle to get’cher HUB IPA fix, because, as you already know, they’re canning their beers now, too.

Meaning you can take them with you to the river, you can take them with you to the lake, or you can park your seat in one of ours and pound back one of their 16-ounce Imperial “Pounder” Pints, while sucking our sauce from the tips of your fingers [Ed. note: typed it, reread it, recoiled—because it’s gross, innit?—but decided to go with it, because you’re an adult and you know what we mean].

What’re the numbers? Three hops, liberally employed, blanaced out with plenty of maltiness, a 6.6 percent ABV, a formidable 75 IBU ranking and a score of 100 percent on the Certified Organic Scale.

Just keep in mind when you’re knee-deep in barbecue, IPAs (emphasis on the plural) are tongue-numbers, and if you go over two, they’re tongue-twisting, eye-crossing, brain-numbers, too.

So No Shotgunning.

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torpedo1980: Reagan beat Carter, the Phillies beat the Royals and Mt. St. Helens covered the Pacific Northwest in ash. Darth Vader shared a secret, Blondie scored the year’s number one single and a pair of beer nerds took their home-brewing passion to the public, opening a brewery that many consider to be the birthplace of craft beer.

You can pretty much enjoy a Sierra Nevada no matter where you live—they’re live in all 50 states.

And now, you can enjoy one the next time you darken our door.

That’s right. We’re now serving Sierra Nevada’s Torpedo Extra IPA, a dry-hopped ale that clocks in with an ABV of 7.2 percent. But because the Torpedo’s dry-hopped, it’s never bitter—it’s IBU score of 65 may be standard for a standard IPA, but or an aggressive Extra IPA? It would seem impossible if it weren’t true.

And if that weren’t enough, they’re big, too, coming to us in 16-ounce Imperial pint cans.

So the next time your meat pangs are driving your blind, swing by, ask for a rack of Baby Back Lava Lake Lamb Ribs, pair ’em with Mac ‘n’ Cheese and BBQ Beans, and say, “Yes, I’d love a can of Torpedo to go with that.”

And Remember: Life’s Too Short. Eat Smoked Meat. Drink Craft Beer.

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HUB A-BOMBThe face that graces the pint-sized cans of Hopworks Urban Brewery’s Abominable Winter Ale may seem scary, but we know that you know that it’s not. Not really. If you’re old enough to drink one, a scary cartoon face is something you can quite easily laugh off.

In fact, if you’re old enough to drink one, you’re probably aware that there are real things out there to fear.

Real things like access to quality health care. Or things like climate change. Or peak oil. Or the national debt.

So if any or all of those things having you chewing off your fingernails and pulling out your hair by the handsful, come on in and get away from it all by ordering up a plate of Smoked Brisket, and pairing it with a 16-ounce can of this coppery-colored ale, which its brewers have affectionately dubbed the “A-Bomb.”

It’s hoppy, but not too hoppy. It malty and sweet, but not too sweet. It’s local, brewed just over the river. And, as HUB tends to do, it’s 100 percent organic.

And with a nothing-to-sneeze-at ABV content of 7.3 percent, a can of it will ease your worried mind and sing away any of your long-lingering winter blues.

So join us, “belly up,” and ask for a can, because once all this winter’s figurative snow melts away and disappears, so too, will this seasonal winter ale.

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Gold if finite. The earth has only so much of it to spare. But beer? Beer’s forever. Always has been. And as long as there’s clean water to drink and rain to water the hops, always will be.

So if you could follow a rainbow to the end of its line, would you really be disappointed to find where the ribbons meet the road a pot filled not with gold, but with beer, especially if that beer tasted like Caldera Brewing Company‘s Pale Ale?

Maybe. Gold is useful. But why bother to lug all that gold to a bank and exchange it for legal tender just to head back out to the beer store when you could drink that beer right on the spot?

Since 1997, Caldera’s been brewing its various lines of beer, but the only way you could get it was on draught. But then, in 2005, they became pioneers, and they’re now known as the very first Oregon brewery to “bottle” their beers in cans. Something we can totally get behind.

Denser that a lager or a pilsner and clocking in with an ABV of 5.6 percent and an IBU score of 55, this is an English-style pale, seasoned with a Pacific Northwestern’s penchant for hops. That means it’s smooth, with just the right amount of bite, making it the perfect beer to accompany your smoked half-chicken.

So the next time you see that rainbow, chase it, and don’t be surprised that it ends right at our front door, where we’ve got, on “ice,” a cold one waiting just for you.

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Dust off your Stetsons, polish your rhinestones and get ready to put a little jingle in your spurs, because we’re celebrating our first year in business with one helluva party.

What kind of party? As our fearless leader BJ says, “We’re gonna dress up like cowboys, we’re gonna play bingo, and we’re gonna have ourselves a good-old fashioned hoedown.”

Stop by any time on Sunday, November 11, and help us ring in our first year by taking advantage of our all-day food and drink specials.

Then, at 9pm, sharp, BJ’s gonna lead you and all your friends on a few rounds of Cowboy Bingo. Be the first to shout that word out and take home a complimentary gift certificate or some Smokehouse swag. We’re even staying open an hour later to make sure no one leaves with out a chance to win something good.

Think chairs made from hay bales, cheap and delicious food specials, discounted wines by the glass, craft beers by the can, down-and-dirty country music, pressed Wranglers, spit-shined cowboy boots and pearl-buttoned shirts.

“It’s gonna be a rowdy, good time,” says Smith.

So swing by, get your fill of smoked meats, take home some cool stuff, and before you leave, see if you can’t lead the room in singing us a Happy Birthday song.

See you soon!

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So that story you heard, the one about British colonialists over-hopping their ales to create a new breed of super-beer, the India Pale Ale, so that their precious cargo would survive countless trips to the subcontinent, helping them, in turn, stave off the scurvy?

Turns out that it’s not all that true.

In fact, it looks like brewers on Britain’s rainy isles first came up with the idea for the simple sake of experimentation, a sort-of “Why Not?” approach.

Needless to say, the idea of over-hopping stuck. And as anyone who lives on the rainy “isle” of Oregon knows, you can play around with beer in a variety of ways, but there is one thing you cannot do, and that’s over-hop one.

Caldera’s flagship IPA, brewed in nearby Ashland, certainly has its fair share of hops—its no-nonsense ranking of 94 on the scale of International Bittering Units means the brewers, when brewing, spare us no hops.

But the great thing about these 12-ounce cans is that, bitter as they should be, they’re actually quite malty, caramely and surprisingly smooth and easy to drink.

And, of course, they pair just as nicely with a House-Smoked Half-Chickens as they do with a second can.

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