Word: sierras
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...afraid that these House votes would only widen the selection available in Loker to Dos Equis and, gasp, Red Hook. Lo and behold, not even these modest heights were reached. The most interesting beer to come out of the House votes was Magic Hat #9, and nothing from Sierra Nevada even made the cut. Cabot House should be wiped off the beer-map for picking Busch Light...
Less than 10 miles from the Mexican border, a vacant lot in Sierra Vista, Ariz., looks like a trash dump. Between the chaparral and scrub oaks are backpacks, sweatshirts, jeans, sneakers, used toilet paper and water bottles filled with urine. Chris Simcox, a small-town newspaper owner, flips through a book he picked out of the refuse titled Aprenda Ingles sin Maestro (Learn English Without a Teacher), shakes his head and says, "Welcome to the invasion...
...such lines as "You say you like me in your memory/ You've got to be f___ing kidding me" sound less like insults than laments. She would like to be rough around the edges, but she knows softness is her best feature. cocorosie La Maison de Mon Reve Sierra and Bianca Casady, the half-Cherokee sisters who call themselves CocoRosie, have U.S. passports but wrote their debut in their creaky Paris apartment and, by the sound of things, recorded it on Mars. Nothing on this album feels normal, from the coffee grinders and sirens buried deep...
...SIERRA AND BIANCA Casady, the half-Cherokee sisters who call themselves CocoRosie, have U.S. passports but wrote their debut in their creaky Paris apartment and, by the sound of things, recorded it on Mars. Nothing on this album feels normal, from the coffee grinders and sirens buried deep in the mix to the sisters' spooky voices, which show an infatuation with Billie Holiday in her late, coming-apart phase. Like all Americans in Paris, they're a bit mannered, but the songs work, particularly By Your Side ("I'll wear your black eyes/ Bake you apple pies"), a clattering ballad...
...these other establishments, where better beer comes cheaper and in greater quantity. Freshman now nursing on Busch Light, Milwaukee’s Best—the red-headed stepchildren of real beer—and the occasional uninspiring Corona may one day find themselves exposed to the magic of Sierra Nevada stout and Smutty Nose IPA at a younger age, just because it’s available. Closing Louie’s would be the first step in Harvard students’ higher beer-ducation...