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Once upon a time, in a land of snow machines and deer tags, there was a football team called the Packers. In 1992, a Packer named Majkowski twisted his ankle and was replaced by a Packer named Favre. Thus began 22 years when that lucky club knew nothing but stellar quarterback play. First, they had many years of gunslinging and a Super Bowl victory. When the Packer called Favre grew old and frail and intent upon sending photographs of his penis to young ladies, they exiled him and brought in another quarterback, a man named Rodgers, who won another Super Bowl. But then, in a city 2,000 miles to the west, a bar named Saraveza decided to tinker with the magic. Since opening, Saraveza served Theodore Hamm's lager in tribute to its Wisconsin roots. The publican Sarah hired a new man, who took it upon himself to remove that traditional libation, and hired a local shop to concoct something special. And oh what a special beer it is—a smooth cream ale that comes alive with a sprinkle of hoppy bitterness. But its effects may be more potent than expected. On Nov. 15, Saraveza replaced Hamm's charmed elixir with a cream ale made by Breakside. That same day, the Packers lost to the foredoomed Detroit Lions on the hallowed grounds of Lambeau Field for the first time since 1991. Having drafted Rodgers for my fantasy team, I can confirm that he has not looked the same since this beer went on tap. I dared not drink it until my own second consecutive championship was secured. Recommended based on taste, but beware the curse.
Willamette Week