Entries by Rob

Anchor Steam is the best known of the eight beers crafted by this still-small San Francisco brewery. (Others you may have heard about include Liberty Ale and Old Foghorn Ale.)

Most of us have seen Tecate. Most of us have not tasted it, though. It’s the beer in the ugly red can that someone at the table across from you is drinking in the Mexican restaurant. Starting to ring a bell?

Have you been tempted one too many times to pick up the “bag-o-beer” maker down at the WalMart? What stopped you? Well, you probably realized that if God had intended you to be able to make beer in a week, that he would have been doing some serious drinking while resting on the seventh day. If you’re thinking of brewing your own, put down those plastic brew impostors and read through our brew master’s article. The hardest part is naming your brew.

It was the kind of day you can’t plan–it just evolved organically. And Harp Lager was the centerpiece of our whole misguided adventure.

If you’ve ever been on a genuine British pub-crawl, you probably already know that British beer is in fact, some of the best beer in the world. Well, one of my favorite Britbrews that seems to be gaining some recognition in the States is Boddingtons Pub Ale.

Hoegaarden (pronounced “who-garden”) is named after the town in Belgium where it was first brewed in 1445… and it’s a terrific Belgian white beer.

I’ve just recently returned from a vacation in Costa Rica–an amazing country of rain and cloud forests, volcanoes, howler monkeys, toucans, the biggest bugs you’ve ever seen, and a beer called Imperial that I almost immediately befriended.

Who says vegetarians can’t eat at the Belly? Here’s a recipe with all the Belly Buddy requirements—heat, cheese, and gas-producing legumes—that doesn’t require any animal slaughter before enjoying!

Picture yourself in the Big Easy. It’s a steaming, sultry, freggin’ hot July night, and college kids stagger out of Bourbon Street dives with Irish names to chuck up their happy hour hurricanes. But that’s not what brought you to N’Awlins.

“Heineken?!?! Fuck that shit! … PABST BLUE RIBBON!!!” – A manic Dennis Hopper as Frank Booth in the film “Blue Velvet.” When I first decided to do a write-up on Pabst Blue Ribbon, I anticipated Belly readers would question my judgement. “But Rob,” they’d say, “isn’t PBR the kind of unmitigated swill you said the Beer Belly would steer clear of?” In a word, the answer is “yes.” In several words, the answer is “yes and no.” Here’s what I mean…