I was recently reflecting on the price of beer after signing my name to what felt like a pricey tab. A standard pint is seven bucks in Portland, and it feels like just a few years ago it was six. A ...

I am a seasonal drinker. Give me something dark and hearty in January, pale and crisp in June—and please do not get cute and reverse them. Beer is a drink, obviously, but it’s also a ritual. A freshly ...

In 1997 (I think), the arts and culture editor of Portland’s elder alt-weekly, Willamette Week, hired me to write an every-other-week beer column (“The Mash”) that paired with a wine column (“The ...

It’s midafternoon and it seems clouds have gathered out the window. No, it was already cloudy—that is the sun, beginning its descent. A thin, sharp wind picks up, rattling something loose on the roof.

Where I am going there are no beers or computers, and there I will stay until Saturday. As a result, posting will be nil. A fine opportunity to read that huge Jackson interview. Cheers-- ...

Sorry about the incredible lack of content on Beervana. I actually have three reviews ready to post (Deschutes Twilight, the new Lucky Lab pub, Czechvar), but I've been both swamped and plagued by a ...

By far the most pleasurable aspect of writing a book about beer is getting to meet the brewers.  It's also the most frustrating, because it's the aspect I can never communicate very well.  I ...