Remember when Orange County’s chief export was rock bands? You know, before it became this “product,” characterized by scripted reality shows and beach-side McMansions?

I went over to The Bruery for the first time last night, in the heart of Orange County—far away from the South County McMansions or anything you’d seen on The Real Housewives Of Orange County.

It was nice. They know their beer. It lived up to the hype.

Most of all, it reminded me that good things can still come out of this “Orange Bubble.”

Stay classy.

Meet your new Four Loko alternative: 40-proof chocolate milk.

beeriety:

Better beer - A look beyond Bud

Boston.com reviews a six-pack of New England craft brews.

I don’t know what else to say about The Orange Creamsicle Doubleshot except for: Yum.

For some extra flair, top off the shot with some whipped cream.

Also, this shot inspires debate. While some would refer to it as a creamsicle shot, others may refer to it as a 50/50 shot. Just imagine the drunk arguments you can have over this shot.

Stay classy.

The Strawberry Daiquiri was probably the penultimate “girly drink” before the Appletini came around. It’s versatile as all hell, as it goes great blended, or on the rocks. It’s fruity, it’s sweet, it’s easy to drink.

If you do serve it on the rocks, be sure to sugar the rim of the glass. Either way, garnish the drink with a strawberry.

Stay classy.

indieandyy:

RECESSIONIZED BEER TASTING

So, I’ve always been somewhat of a beer snob. I hate(d) cheap canned American beer. I’d always preferred a microbrew or import, from a tap or in a bottle. But guess what. I’m broke. And I’m not exactly in shape. So now I am in search of which shitty canned American beer I want. I do in fact realize there are far more options than these three, but this is what I worked with tonight.

I’ve had it in my head that i HATE Miller, I can stand Bud, and if I HAD to drink this piss water people call beer, I’d pick Coors. However, upon my VERY scientific taste test - yes, in martini glasses with Post-Its on the bottom I learned that Bud is the worst and Miller and Coors sorta tie I guess.

I plan to do more of these until I determine which low-cal, low-taste, low-class beer I’ll be buying until I no longer feel too broke to “splurge” on Chimay or Sierra Nevada.

I wanted to introduce The Brooklyn Cocktail as an accompaniment to the Manhattan, which I detailed a week ago. While The Brooklyn isn’t nearly as famous as its companion, it’s still a reward for the whiskey-bred tongue. Amer Picon is the widely preferred brand of bitters to use in the Brooklyn, but it is not widely available.

If you start getting shit for drinking your cocktail out of a martini glass, kindly ask the offender what they’re drinking, chances are they’re drinking a Long Island. If this is so, gently remind them that their drink gets the name because it makes people forget that they’re in Long Island, yet it makes them feel like they’ve woken up with a Long Island girl the following morning. (I’m kidding.)

Stay classy.

(Also, Brooklyn map from Ork Posters)