Sabe a mi tierra. Tastes like home 故乡的味道
Anna Lee Mraz Bartra. Peninsula 360 Press.
On contact with the icy can, the fingertips send a signal that associates the mind with what it has just seen, that drop which slides from the top to the bottom slowly and calmly. The mouth begins to water.
Tsssssst. You open the silver with black can and, as if wishing to escape from its confinement, the beer rushes out of the enclosure, bubbles explode on contact with the air.
For millennia humans have brewed beer, many scholars think it may have started with grain farming.
This bubbly, golden drink is produced almost everywhere in the world, but is particularly popular in China, the United States, Brazil, Mexico and Germany, in that order of quantity of production. Redwood City, a city where the best of the United States, Mexico, China and many other parts of the world converge, it could not be left behind in the production of its own beer.
Ghostwood Beer Co. is a relatively new brewery in the town, only last week they celebrated their two-year anniversary. They produce about 10 different kinds of beer.
Flavors vary almost as much as the people who taste them. From the faintest taste, to the most severe tart. There's something for everyone.
Oktober Fest, for example, is a light beer to drink on a very hot day. Those in which thirst is exhausting and you want to cool down your body quickly to stay calm.
While Hayley Jane is of serious nature with shades of coffee adhering to the posterior nasal cavity for a while in its transit through the palate. The aroma after the drink is reminiscent of those caffeinated butter sweets sold in Mexico for doctors to offer their patients after their consultations.
Ghostwood is located at 1757 East Bayshore Rd. You are greeted at the door by a sturdy and friendly man who, you can guess behind the mask, smiles friendly. His name is Tommy Domingo and he is the brewer of the factory.
With a Filipino father and a mother, as he said, white or from multiple European blends, Tommy has been making his beers for 7 years and you can see in the result that he combines them in search of body and essence.
Some of them, I have to be honest, remind me of my teenage years, those years when you only acted out your taste for beer, but sought to disguise it with any other flavor so as not to be judged socially. This is the case of strawberry beer, a light fruity combination with a hint of malt at the end, and coconut and vanilla beer that does not lie in what it presents: coconut and vanilla, but as a colleague who accompanied me to the test of these concoctions said: I prefer to drink a sweet concentrated fruit juice that you find in any little shop.
However, you won't be wrong to order a Phucomol, a beer that lives up to its name, and you'll soon feel that everything matters little with this drink in hand. Your body relaxes and you let go of the accumulated stress of the day. Creamy, balanced and with citrus notes in the background. The drink settles in and its flavors set pleasantly on the back of the tongue. It invites you to have one more drink.
Finally, I leave the readers with a mystery: Clearly Dangerous surprises you at the first drink. It is not a pleasant surprise, for the tester usually squeezes his eyes in displeasure. However, the second drink passes through the mouth like a familiar guest. You greet him no longer with fear, but with curiosity, what just happened?
There are those who with every drink the initial surprise does not decrease, but increases. There are those who, from the first drink, celebrate the arrival of their old acquaintance, that particular taste of a robust beer. This particular fermentation is a mystery. Clearly Dangerous does well to carry such a name, do you dare?
