Word: lagers
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...premium brand. Still, there's little doubt that a massive shakeout is on the way. "For consumers, it will mean less choice, but it won't mean no choice," says Credit Suisse First Boston analyst Andy Bowley. "We had a consolidation like this in the U.K., when lager elbowed aside things like bitters and ale, but you can still find quality niche products." That's good news for Sailer and perhaps a few hundred like him. But for those who can't change with the times, the future looks as inviting as a mug of stale brew...
...media-fueled battle - mods vs. rockers redux - for the Britpop crown. "It was definitely cathartic," says Albarn on Blur's rivalry with Oasis. "For us it was more of a diversion than an impetus. It has always seemed a ridiculous coupling." He has a point: where Oasis was lager louts, Blur was college boys. And these days, with the Gallagher brothers still playing to the Britpop nostalgia crowd - churning out new records stuck in Oasis' mid-'90s towering guitar rut - Blur has been quietly growing, developing its sound and self-confidence. And with Think Tank, the band has produced...
...true beer fans, each season brings its own style of brew. Traditionally, spring means bocks. Bock beer in general is stronger than the average lager, with a more potent malt character, a slightly higher alcohol content and a deep amber hue. We gathered four beer experts--Matt Guyer of the Beer Yard, a beer specialty shop in Wayne, Pa.; New York City bartenders M.J. Keane and Rory Farrelly; and amateur beer aficionado Erika Ineson--to try some of the new seasonal offerings. Here are their favorites...
...bartender, asks for my ID and I hand over my California license, which bears a picture of me as a beatific, long-haired sixteen year-old girl. Amy looks back at me with an arched eyebrow and, remembering Starecheski’s advice, I bark, “Brooklyn Lager.” A sufficiently manly pint...
...call the Lion of Zimbabwe have broken the quiet of a balmy January night in Mutare, a normally sleepy spread of jacaranda-shaded streets tucked amid the granite outcrops of the country's lush Eastern Highlands. In Queen's Hall, the revelers dance across a floor sticky with spilled lager, lost in the thump of the drums, the brassy blare of the horns and the hypnotic spell of the lyrics. Listen. What you hear isn't just Mapfumo's rasp through an amplifier. Mapfumo is the amplifier. "He is the voice of the people," says Ephraim, a businessman. Despite...