Next up, Sierra Nevada Bigfoot:
Bigfoot is one of Sierra Nevada’s yearly limited releases. It’s a barleywine-style ale, and it’s named after the bi-pedal, blurry, ape-like creature known around the world by many names: Sasquatch, Louisiana Wookie, Yahoo, Yowie, Yeti…
Despite Bigfoot’s elusiveness (or nonexistence), Cryptozoologists continue to seek proof. Unfortunately, any sightings are summarily debunked by real-scientific-discipline-ologists and almost always fall into one of the following categories: Hoax, batshit crazy witness, a bear with mange, or a shirtless Armenian.
It pours a dark copper/tawny color with garnet highlights. It has a huge head that sticks around and leaves plenty of lace. And there is nothing elusive about the smell: Huge caramel and huge citrusy and piney hops. The first taste is like a slap in your hairy Sasquatch face from John Lithgow, but you know it’s for your own good because you’re better off in the wild…but it still stings, not physically or emotionally, but more from an ego standpoint…because, well, it’s John Lithgow. And would it have really killed him to be in the follow-up Harry and the Hendersons TV show? What, was the movie really that much more dignified than the TV show?
The hops are piney, citrusy, and resiny. The malt character is mainly sweet and sticky caramel, but you might catch a hint of dark fruit as well. This beer is big and chewy, and the Chinook hops bring some serious bitter (as they like to do). Ultimately though, the malt backbone is big and holds up. But this thing is not for the faint of heart. And I would guess that a beast of this nature probably ages nicely.
The Haybag (sampling from her pregnancy shotglass): Whoa. This is huge. Beer is starting to taste good again. My body must be telling me something.