News Yesterday afternoon I, along with hundreds of other ethically flexible Portlanders, left work early to hit up the opening of the 2009 Holiday Ale Festival, plunging headfirst into a heaving sea of drunken humanity swilling plastic mugs of high-ABV suds. Eighteen samples and four hours later my tastebuds and equilibrium were a waste, and I could taste nothing in the beer but brown sugar, coffee ... More
