Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest: Say it, don’t spray it

Next up, Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest:

hacker-pschorrIn one of my first beerbecue posts, I delved into the historical roots of Oktoberfest (more or less accurately). You can check out the early beerbecue hilarity here. This is relevant because Hacker-Pschorr is one of only 6 beer companies that provide beer for THE Oktoberfest in Munich, and it’s been that way for years…sort of.

Hacker-Pschorr didn’t actually merge until 1972. Even then, they continued to sell beer under separate labels for some time thereafter. But Hacker and Pschorr have been under various states of incestuous ownership from as far back as the late 1700s. And while Pschorr violates one of my life rules (Never trust anyone with a consonant to vowel ratio greater than 5:1), I thought it would be good to review a classic, proper Oktoberfest/Märzen.*

Of course, one of the hallmarks of an Oktoberfest beer is drinkability. That’s good, too, because at Oktoberfest they serve beer by the liter (that’s 33.8 US fluid ounces for you metricphobes). You don’t want your beer too heavy…I mean, you need room for such delectable Bavarian gastronomical treats as mackerel-on-a-stick and liver cheese. And the last thing you want to do while wearing knee-high socks and getting down to Oom-Pah music is to cry mercy because you can’t finish your beer.

Yes. THAT would make you look silly.

Yes. THAT would make you look silly.

So, blow the dust off your lederhosen, tell your Frau to fetch you another beer, and let’s get to it. It pours a crystal clear copper-brown, with a nice off-white head that leaves some lace. It smells like beer and faint caramel. It tastes like beer with some caramel, bread, and earthiness going on. No real hop character to speak of, other than just the right amount of bitterness to balance off the malt sweetness. It starts out drier than it finishes, but the finish strikes a nice balance between creamy and crisp. It’s a good Oktoberfest, and it makes me want to go jump in a pile of freshly raked leaves (my only true litmus test for an Oktoberfest beer).

The Haybag: What’s up with all these “drinkable” beers lately? Go fetch me an Evil Twin Molotov Cocktail, beer mench.

*I don’t think this is the Märzen that Hacker-Pschorr pours at Oktoberfest.

Advertisements

16 thoughts on “Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest: Say it, don’t spray it

  1. The name of the brewery is kind of cute to say until you realize that in Germany, everyone just shouts it at you, probably spraying your face with spittle.

    • Aha! I had been trying to think of a quip to accompany my twitter and FB link to the post. Thanks!

      It’s actually not far from my last name, Probst, which can produce some spit when spoken with enthusiasm. Ahhh, Germany. Amiright?

    • …or parental delinquency. I noticed that, too. That’s where I take my beer pics usually…but I will say that the baby bottles were definitely more prominent than usual.

      And actually, I have a potential post coming up that is centered around a toddler teething toy. Ahhhh, parenthood.

  2. Aww this post brought back memories of living in Germany, which brought back memories of beer garden tents, which brought back a memory of a friend of mine who fell backwards out of the back of the tent. All you could see were her feet. Think Wizard of OZ. It wasn’t me, honest. As for the beer I don’t remember what it was, but I do remember it was served in ridiculously large steins! No wonder back in the day there used to be barfing troughs.

  3. “Never trust anyone with a consonant to vowel ratio greater than 5:1”

    This has been added to my life rules. And for what it’s worth, if you included Hacker in the equation, this beer technically passes muster…

      • Mine is 5:3, but I had to count after you put that rule out there. Well, I counted twice, but I have been drinking.

      • You run afoul of my never trust an attorney rule. Although, I run afoul of that rule as well…and so does the Haybag. Hmmm, maybe I need to rethink that rule.

      • No. I think you just named three people not to be trusted. Well maybe trust the Haybag.

        I shot you a message from my personal facebook account asking for beer drinking/buying places recently. Just so you know that it was from a random crazy stalker. It was from a crazy stalker who reads your blog (much better).

      • Crap. Sorry I missed that and never got back to you on that question. I just sent you an FB message. Let me know if you have any questions.

  4. Pingback: Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest: Say it, don’t spray it | Imarunnerandsocanyou

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s