Beer of the Weekend #15: Alaskan Stout

Tonight I registered for the GREs. Whoa. I'm on my way to grad school.

The beer this weekend is Alaskan Stout brewed by the Alaskan Brewing Company of Juneau, Alaska.


Serving type: Six 12-ounce bottles.

Appearance: Deep, opaque black. No light came through when I held it to my lamp. The tan head dissipated very quickly, like it had a hot date.

Smell: Oatmeal, malts, roasted coffee, and a hint of chocolate.

Taste: Smooth roasted coffee with oatmeal and malts from the smell. The chocolate emerges the warmer the beer becomes. Subtle bitterness at the end from the oatmeal.

Drinkability: Not an everyday beer, but a good exotic brew for certain occasions.

Fun facts about Alaskan Stout:

-Serving temp: 50-55°F.

-Alcohol content: 4.55 percent, as listed by BeerAdvocate. The Alaska Brewing website lists it as 5.7 percent.

-Food pairings include cheese, chocolate, and smoked meat.

-More microbrew goodies on the carrying case. On the bottom is an order form for an Alaskan Stout t-shirt and a map to the brewery in Juneau. There’s also another map comparing the landmass of Alaska and the contiguous United States.


-The bottle cap has a cool design of a polar bear, it’s cub, and “Made in Alaska” printed on the top.


-The Alaskan Brewery website features “Brewtoids,” factoids about beer. The first I read was, “In 1880, the golden age of American brewing, there were 2,272 American breweries. In 2000, there were around 64, although that number is climbing.” Another Brewtoid I read was:

Beer was the reason the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock. It's clear from the Mayflower's log that the crew didn't want to waste beer looking for a better site. The log goes on to state that the passengers were hasted ashore and made to drink water that the seamen might have more beer.

-On a side note, I’ve always enjoyed watching The Discovery Channel series “The Deadliest Catch.” In college I went to a Daily Iowan kegger where a guy, smashed out of his mind, told everyone he was an Alaskan crab fisherman. No one believed him. A photog egged him on and we listened to him gloat about the work he did. To the guy’s credit he looked like he had just gotten off ship. He had on an old, limp hat that had been soaked in sweat, a dirty sweatshirt, and a month old beard. The photog had succeeded Jesse Ammerman as the main “Ledge” writer, and the fisherman tried as hard as he could to convince the photog to mention his name in the next issue. On Monday, the “Ledge” ran a note about a drunken crab fisherman. When I left the party the assistant metro editor escorted me to the front door of her apartment building, and we made out. Needless to say, it was a generous way to say “good night.”

The Quiet Man’s grade: Everything’s tougher in Alaska…except brewing good beer, that is. B+.

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