21st Amendment, SF

I don't think popularity affects cool. People and places can bask in true appeal despite a lump of following. 21st amendment is argued as one of the most notable craft breweries in the bay due mostly to creativity and quality. To start: They've invested in what could be the most inspired packaging in the game. Joe Wilson, the primary artist for most of the beer cans, has a work history with GQ, Johnny Walker, De Beers and Random House Publishing to be short. Angling for the rich medium of political art and satire, what can be said through ideas and art for politics is a limitless horizon. Je suis Charlie. That fancy rendition above of Washington Crossing the Delaware  (which actually began on Christmas in real life) is a glimpse of the course they're manning. While hardly the first time Leutze's classic painting has been dubbed since inception in the 1800s, this bit of tomfoolery for their Holiday Sneak Attack Ale is a personal favorite. 

What's Strange: For as known as they are for their beer, what I heard most about were the dishes.  Perhaps it's understood the beer is so good you'd pat the bottom of the glass like a baby's pamper. Folks know you know that already. It's why you came. So they move on to a question you would either feel really cool or really dumb asking - How's the food?

Let's Start: We had a Margherita pizza with a seasoned tater tots served with Sriracha aioli, and this wonderful wonderful invention called cheese curds. I was first introduced these cheesy drugs at a place called the Forge which I will talk about in a later input, but essentially its strips of golden battered white cheddar, fried, that you dunk in chipotle-ranch sauce. You will curse. You will swear. You will kick a person's chair. Note: If the words Sriracha, aioli, chipotle or ranch don't make you wanna dance your life has no purpose. It was so good I almost forgot there was beer. But there was beer and let me tell you.

The Drinks: There were 5 tasty beverages (to quote Samuel L. Jackson) in front of me. But the one that stood up and punched me in the mouth was Kilt by Wildfire. A recipe born of an in-house competition to decide which group would make the next brew. I don't know who won. I don't know who they are. But if I met them I would call them mam and sir. It was malty, smooth with medium balance. A hit of spices. A swish of caramel, with enough ABV (8.5%) to put you in a toothless smile. To give sort of a Mohs scale of hardness, most commercial beers strum around 5 or 6 percent, real heavyweights jump around 12. Which means 8.5 wields a light drift with a hard pop. You won't be having three of these and talking with your boss. 

So, This Dipping. Pulling. Biting. Sipping. Lip-swiping. Crust-ripping. Beer spilling. Neighbor chatting. Game watching while a sun sets through a tall window-eve was one of few. My anniversary gift, from Emaan.