Birra Moretti
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Marrying an Italian woman has had its consequences, such as our unlimited supply of pasta and the annual Christmas card from Roberto Benigni. While I enjoy being “Italian by marriage”, it also means we don’t exactly get to eat at many German restaurants.
Which is why tonight, my wife and I ate at a place called “Trattoria Al Forno” and not “The Edelweiss Pub”.
Moretti has been my go-to beer for Italian restaurants. It’s a light, slightly bitter Italian Pilsner. Not a bad beer; but really, not very exciting either.
Moretti is pretty good with pizza or pasta, and it’s always better with friends. And if your friends include the rambunctious Roberto Benigni, whatever you do, never never never let him drink it after midnight.
Buzzards Bay Black Lager
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Drinking a black lager makes me think of the movie Spaceballs. Don’t you remember Mel Brooks’ Yogurt talking about black lager?
Of course you do! He said: “May the Schwarz-bier with you!”
I’ve had Sam Adams Black Lager before, and Sarnac Black Forest is waiting patiently in the Fridge. Both, like Buzzards Bay Black Lager, are a style of Schwarzbier — similar to a porter or a stout, but tamer and not as strongly flavored.
(Don’t feel bad if you didn’t know what Schwarzbier was until just this moment. I had to look it up on Wikipedia.)
Buzzards Bay Black Lager is a fine, tasty black beer. Mine poured a three-fingered mocha head that rested in my pint glass, the very embodiment of thick and lazy. There was a lightly toasty aroma like a porter, but I had to strain my nose to pull it out.
The color? You guessed it.
Leatherlips IPA
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With the warm Mexican sun behind me and another winter storm ahead of me, I’ve decided to indulge — by welcoming myself home on this chilly IPA Monday with a brew from my adopted hometown of Haverhill, MA.
When I moved from Boston to Cambridge, the final selling point for my apartment was its proximity (less than 2 blocks) from Bukowski’s Tavern and its great beer and eclectic food menus. Similarly, my move a year later from Cambridge up north to Haverhill was eased by the discovery of The Tap and Leather Lips IPA from the Tap’s “Haverhill Brewery”.
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Mexican Hospitality
By · CommentsOn the way to Cabo Wabo last night, I stopped and grabbed the ear of a resort manager.
My reputation as a strange beer hunter is making the rounds. Our conversation went like this:
“Hi, I’m trying to find some unique Mexican beer. . .”
“Ah, you are Mr. Murphy? Miguel told me about you.”
He called a store that has some hard to find Mexican beer, but they had already closed for the evening.
“Don’t worry Mr. Murphy, I will buy you some beer and deliver it to your room tomorrow. How many bottles?”
I officially love Mexico.

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