St. Meinrad’s

 

St. Meinrads, the next in the Guest Brewer series, is a wonderfully fruity, malty Belgian Dark Strong beer.

The Monks teamed up with fellow brewer and AHA Home Brewer of the year award winner John Fahrer to create this special elixir.  Named after St. Meinrad the patron saint of hospitality this beer is sustenace for guests and friends and is nourishment for the soul.

The Gospel of Brother Dave describes this beer as “a melody of complex malt flavors, hinting at nectarines.  A lightly spicy hop flavor sneaks just under the radar as the subtle warming of the palate takes over hinting at dangerous delights ahead.  The more one ponders this beer while sipping the more the Forbidden Ale evolves.  This is definitely a beer to cellar.”

As a side note there is a special bottling of the St. Meinrads that is aging in a cellar until this fall when it will be released to select vendors around Lincoln.  Keep an eye open for that in the future.

 You can find this beer on tap at the following locations soon:

Chicken Coop- Grand Island

Thunderhead- Kearney

Bread and Cup- Lincoln

Brick top- Lincoln

Cresent Moon- Omaha

5 Responses to “St. Meinrad’s”

  1. Jason Davis Says:

    Not soon enough! Sounds like a good one.

  2. Yourfriendlash Says:

    What’s the story behind the name “Meinrads”?

  3. admin Says:

    St. Meinrad is the patron saint of Hospitality. The story goes he allowed a few weary travelers inside late one night, it was stormy, cold, and nasty out. He feed them, gave them a warm place to stay for the night and after he went to sleep, the robbed him blind then killed him.

    This beer is nourishment, warming, and if you dont watch out, it will knock you out! It clocks in at 10% ABV but seems no where near that strong.

  4. Brother David Says:

    St. Meinrad’s; because house guests can be murder.

  5. Yourfriendlash Says:

    Tried the Quad at the Moon on Saturday. I really enjoyed it. The little sweet/spicy thing going on at the end was awesome. I also got several other people at the bar to purchase a pint. The only person I actually knew was my brother in law, so the story of hospitality saints must have some appeal.

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