Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Kay and I took in a film at the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema in Winchester yesterday, and I ordered the Alamo Drafthouse Pale Ale, their own house beer. I'd have been very impressed at how good the beer is if the waitress hadn't told me that it was brewed by Sierra Nevada. I asked her if she knew if this was just Sierra Nevada's Pale Ale, rebranded for the Alamo Drafthouse, and she told me that she wasn't sure. She admitted that she wasn't a beer drinker.

The beer looked and smelled like regular ol' Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. Of course, that's not a complaint. I thought it tasted very much like SNPA, too, but it might have been a little crisper and a little hoppier. Of course, it might have simply been that I never order Sierra Nevada on tap, and that I was only noticing that the beer was a little fresher and better than it is from the bottle. By the end of the glass I wasn't sure if I was simply tasting a rebranded SNPA or a slightly different variation on the recipe, but either way, I had no complaints. This beer was a slightly spicy, hoppy pale ale with a mellow malt. It was delicious, which is par for the course from Sierra Nevada. Had I thought this was something they were actually brewing right at the theater, I'd have been blown away.

In terms of the theater itself, I have nothing but good things to say about Alamo Drafthouse. They're serious about their no talking/no cellphones policy, and the violations I noticed were brief and fairly inconsequential. The food was pretty good. Not amazing, but pretty good. I had a spicy bleu cheese burger and fries and I enjoyed the meal. My second beer was a draft Arrogant Bastard, and it was delicious as always. We saw We're The Millers, a middle-of-the-road raunch comedy that was improved by having waitresses bring me beer.