Furthermore Beer

I went to a tasting for Furthermore, and was really impressed. The Fallen Apple is the first time I’ve actually had an apple beer that wasn’t an overly-​sweetened cider. Really good stuff. And the Three Feet Deep tasted like drinking a campfire, in a good way. The Proper English Ale wasn’t my favorite, but overall, they’re doing some interesting stuff, and I dig it.

Holy flaming balls, this is some fracking great beer. End of statement. Really.
Discovered their drafts while eating at Freddy V’s in Spring Green on a family visit two years ago. I brought home a few cases to enjoy and put their bottled offerings on my «I can haz now, pleeeeeeze?» list for WI folks coming for visits since Furthermore distribution is really limited (WI, MN, and a couple of spots in PA, according to their website).
They have a really diverse set of offerings, some of which are only available seasonally. I appreciate that they offer a full palette of really well-​made beers, rather than 8 variations on the same fra-​fra.
If you’re lucky enough to live in their distribution area, definitely give them a try!
The specifics:
Knot Stock & Makeweight (pale & triple pale — haven’t tried); Proper (English ale — really good, such a special, yet-​drinkable-​for-​anybody-​type of brew — is like a great date with an interesting guy); Fatty Boombalatty (an unbelievably fabulous domestic Belgian, my absolute favorite, especially good on draft; would marry it in Vegas and make our beer-​y life together amazing); Full Thicket (A hoppy wonderland, love it *so* much I’d «borrow» its tee-​shirts and wear them to bed forever); Three Feet Deep (a perfect name for a stout… something about it, I don’t care for, though… still, well made. Guess it’s the equivalent of that guy I kinda, sorta like, whose sisters I know, and think are twits.); Oscura (a coffee Frankenbeer — definitely worth tasting. I actually really like to cook with it… It makes an awesome syrup for French toast, flavoring for icing, or my own Franken-​version of tirimisu); Fallen Apple (a tasty mix of hard cider and cream ale, which sounds like the down-​side of Frankenbeer, but it’s successful. For dudes who insist on dating women who Don’t. Drink. Beer. this blend is a great litmus test /​line in the sand if you don’t wanna wind up with a woman who is going to make you buy her Zima and gummi bears for the rest of her life. Yeargh.
And *all* this beer-​y goodness, brought to you by the owners/​operators of The Shitty Barn? What could be more perfect?

I fricking love Furthermore.
LOVE.
Tiny little brewery in Spring Green, Wisco. As OG as it gets, this brewery cranks out killer suds: Knot Stock (pale ale brewed w/​black pepper), Proper (English Ale), Three Feet Deep (dry Irish stout brewed w/​peat), Fatty Boombalatty (delightful Belgian goodness), Make Weight («a triple pale mash up»), and my fall favorite, Fallen Apple (fresh pressed cider blended with cream ale).
They have others, too… but these are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.
And while I haven’t been to the brewery, I’m such a fan of the beers (and one of the owners, my friend Joe) that I’m sure that I absolutely will make it there, and soon.
Huzzah for Wisco craft beer! Hooray for Furthermore!

I LOVE THIS BEER!
This company really compares to no other I’ve tasted.
I have tasted a lot of beer.
Unfortunately, they are not in enough states to meet my pleasure. But they are in WI.
They make Proper in honor of another amazing Spring Green business, American Players Theatre. Fattyboomblatty is my favorite; a freaky delicious Belgian that is 7.2%. But in a close second is their coffee beer, Oscura, which is smooth and the perfect mix of creamy and bitter.
I could talk about Furthermore all day. So, go to their site, find out where you can buy it and grab a 6 pack! Find it on tap! Go! Now!

As I write this, I am sipping beer from a Furthermore Beer glass, upon which, on the obverse side, is Bobfest 2012. That’s not why you see five, shining stars on this review.
Oh, no, my good stein-​jockey. The five stars are for the beer. That grand and glorious elixer. Mother’s milk. Nectar of the gods. (Small «g.») The beverage upon which many a late night scheme was hatched, discussed, renegotiated, abandoned, re-​thought, and, finally, discarded, for which mankind can be thankful.
For the record, I am merely a consumer. I don’t know these guys. I don’t receive anything of value, above and beyond the joy of downing a few or a few dozen of these hoppy malty beverages. If they were to offer me a consulting gig? A week fishing the brown-​trout festooned waters of Wisconsin? The opportunity to name a new beer? What was the question, again?
Proper: Here’s a light, aromatic drink. They say it was inspired by a theater company, or something. I say, chumba ba-​wumba. I say, it was inspired by the time-​honored tradition of local brewing. Every hamlet had that one guy who knew what he was doing, made some great beer, or wine, or hootch, sold it to his friends, then chose NOT to seek public office. In my very own family, back in the mists of time, when we were but a colony, my fore-​fathers brought forth on this continent, a distillery. Of great import then, perhaps greater today. Everybody knows a banker. Everybody LOVES a brewer.
Fallen Apple: Chicks dig it.