HoX Beer Review #11: Hitachino Nest Beer White Ale

Hitachino Nest Beer White Ale

What do I think I know about White Ales?

My most recent taste of a white ale leads me to think that they're similar to Hefeweizen, in that it's a wheat ale. Less of an amber color, more of a light golden color. I'm assuming that White Ales are filtered, while Hefs aren't. They're usually not clear, I'm thinking there will be a fair amount of opacity, but not 100%. Now, I've only had two memorable whites before this one (that I know of): Hoegarten at the Yardhouse, at the recommend of Steve Liu. The other I tasted at work when the Samuel Adams rep brought in some different varieties of Sam Adams to taste.

The color is much more golden than I expected, with a solid white foam on top. It's transclucent, giving enough clarity to see "Pilsner Urquell" on the opposite side of my glass. The initial scent is a little bit of orange, with some clove. It's not too strong, but definitely on the orange side.

The scent is surprisingly indicative of the taste. Good on Kiuchi Brewery for managing that. The taste reminds me of orange pekoe tea, actually. Tea that's steeped a bit too long. It's a smooth beer, with a somewhat flat feel in the mouth. This beer isn't bad...

Okay, enough pussyfooting around with the academic stuff. I bought this beer because the store was out of the Red Rice Ale I love so much. I said, "hey, another Hitachino Nest Beer! It's got to taste as good as Red Rice!" so I gave it a try. I'm not exaggerating when I say I truly am disappointed by this beer. It was this beer's older, prettier, better-tasting cousin that really kickstarted my love for doing these reviews. I think if I had started with this beer instead, these may very well have ended at #3. it's not fair to this beer to compare it against another beer of the same company, but it's just not a good beer. This beer has won international acclaim according to the Kiuchi website. Apparently, I'd make a terrible international beer competition judge. I honestly can't see myself buying it ever again, and I just can't give it a good review.

1.0 is perfect in each category,
0.1 is the complete opposite of perfect.
Use your imagination for everything between.
The perfect beer would be scored "4.0/4"

Hitachino Nest Beer White Ale, 5.0% ABV.

Appearance: .6

Aroma: .5

Taste: .4

Mouthfeel: .5



Bye bye, brain. It was nice knowing you.

Slept 8 hours, for the first time in weeks (on a weekday, at least). 1a-9a. Didn't use the alarm to wake up, either. It's a big morning for me. And what's on the TV when I wake up? The Surreal Life: Fame Games. I can feel my brain shutting down. It's a good thing I don't need it for work.


Remember Kyle? Of course you do!

He & his beard are in the OC Weekly!

I'm so proud. Read a little about what he does as Music Director of KUCI.

EDIT: Sorry, Barb just pointed out that I posted a broken link. Sorry I didn't notice before. It should be good now.

(In)sanity... -or- While your cock still works! Still works! Still works!

It's Tuesday morning and my eyes are on fire. No, really. My eyeballs are burning. I think I pet the cat just before rubbing my eyes this morning, and I've pretty much confirmed that I have at least a little bit of allergy to cats. Of course Barb and I both noticed that a handful of years ago, house/cat sitting for Kei. Anyway, I got my external HD yesterday, and promptly backed up my entire hard drive using Eric's recommendation for software. This now means I'm back on my laptop. All I need to do now is weed out all the shit, but that's a task that can wait for a different day.

Yesterday was a fucked up day. Dunno how it was for the rest of you, but I was supposed to have the day off so I could concentrate on getting my car fixed and procuring a rental. I had to bail on Aikido, which made me feel terrible, but I got the xB to the shop, and picked up a Hyundai Sonata from the rental place (Sorry Eric, LB Mini was just too far out of the way). I got a call from that girl that was to take my shift, and she said that she couldn't, officially, and I ended up at work at 1120.

I trained a gorgeous South African girl who should be a model, not a waitress. And she has no experience, so all the common sense restaurant things that I take for granted have to be taught to her. But it's like I've said before, it can't be common sense if you don't know anything about it. So between all my car shit, planning to have the day off, then having to train this chick, I was off my game a little bit at work. Not to mention the series of phone calls (which started at 330a) that were made to try and understand a situation that, unfortunately, I can't share in such a public forum as this. It's a captivating story, however, which was mostly resolved at the end of the day. I'll just say it involved the police, a broken transmission, a busted window, and drinking, not necessarily in that order.

In the midst of all this, I missed the call from my insurance company, so it's going to take another day to sort out the accident. Lets see if the adjuster calls back while I'm at work again.

The Tyrants had rehearsal last night for our gig at 14 Below in Santa Monica on Feb 15th. We got Tim to come out, our new trumpeter, which was good. Dave also, on a tangent, started singing the words "While your cock still works!" in a gospel style, which in turn caused the rest of us, in a beer-clouded haze, to join in. Picture 4 guys, all singing "While your cock still works" in a house for no other reason than just to do it. It was hilarious. I've been singing it all night, and morning. I can't wait to bring it into work.



As some of you may know, I got into a car accident on Friday afternoon(not my fault). I'm fine. My car isn't. I have to get some body work done, AND get a rental. I tried to get my shift covered, to little avail. That is until tonight. At a work party, this girl said she'd take my shift. We signed the shift exchange book and everything. Then she tells me she might not be able to after all. You all know I'm a nice guy, but I'm pretty pissed about that. I almost didn't go out for drinks after the thing. Then I wouldn't have had to deal with this shit. Now, it's nearly midnight and I may have to work a full day after all, and have to postpone all my repairs and car rentals until who knows when. I'm pretty pissed. I just sent her a text. Hopefully it'll work out in my favor. I'll know in the morning.

Pics of the accident @ Flickr


Sparse interweb attendance over the next few days.

I'm afraid I may soon be having hard drive problems, so I'm trying to stay off my computer as much as I can. I've ordered an LaCie 250GB external hard drive so I can back my shit up in case I have HD failure. The HD should arrive Monday. Once backed up, I should be safe. At least for a minute. If you need to reach me, just use the ol' telephone.


Weeks 1 & 2 of 2007:

I realize that the last few months, I haven't left much in the way of new posts, or anything with some deep insight. I don't know if this post will be much different.

Here's my brief recap of the first 17 days of 2007

After weeks and weeks of invites from Ryan, I finally went out and joined him in an Aikido lesson. I had my first lesson two Mondays ago, and as sore as my entire body was (for four days), I couldn't wait for my next lesson the following Friday. Since then I've had two other lessons, with #4 coming up this Friday. Our Sensei is awesome. 70 years old, he's been teaching Aikido for something like 50 years, and now he teaches class out of his garage/dojo. I can already feel, not necessarily a difference in my physical condition, but an awareness of my own body I haven't had before. I'm stoked. Now all I need to do is figure out how to take work off on Wednesdays so I can get in 3 lessons a week.

My trombone lessons have been great. All my students are showing improvement, especially my two 8th Grade boys. It's interesting to see two kids the same age progress at the same rate, but play totally different. I've got a 6th grade girl who's awesome for her age, and two adults (think 55+). My two adults are in a community orchestra, the Yorba Linda Community Orchestra, which I'm also a member. It's pretty fun. Between those two guys, and the old man who I share the 1st Bone parts with, we have a lot of fun, and I end up being the teacher-coach for all of 'em. Any questions/concerns usually get directed my way. We're playing some heavy, heavy pieces for this group this season,

Night on the Bald (or Bare) Mountain, Mussorgsky/Rimsky-Korsakov
Mars from The Planets, Holst
Slavonic Dances #8 in G Minor, Dvořák
Emperor Waltzes, Strauss (Johann)
Feuerfest, Strauss (Josef)

What's awesome about the YL Orchestra is that they're planning a tour of China in the summer of 2008. I'm planning on attending.

I need a new job, but I'm holding out for when this particular restaurant opens an Anaheim location. They should be hiring soon. Until then, I'm stuck. This guy I really enjoyed working with quit/got fired on Saturday. I'm sorry to see him go, but from what I've heard about the situation, he deserved it. As much as I have his back and loved working with him, he deserved to get canned. When you tell a manager to "Watch your back!" and "Don't ever forget who your enemies are!" and that he's the "worst fucking manager ever" in a crowded restaurant, you've got to expect repercussions.

My band, Adam Vance & The Smiling Tyrants is still going strong. With all the stuff about Adam's dad recently, it's been kinda touch-and-go between the five of us. And sometimes it becomes a problem when five guys with completely different lives try unsuccessfully to get together and jam once a week. We're taking a new direction in our rehearsals, and well as adding a trumpeter (I think). It should be all good. We've got a tentative gig lined up for Feb 15th, at 14 Below in Santa Monica. More concrete info as I get it.

I've still got a lot of beer lined up, including a whole new slew of brew from Eric (which I'll detail in another blog). I might get on one tonight, but don't count on it.

Thanks all for sticking with me into Year Three.


My accent is accentless.

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The West

Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you're a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta.

The Midland
North Central
The Inland North
The South
The Northeast
What American accent do you have?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

"The Lowest Common Denominator of American Speech?" Please. No offense to my friends around the country (especially the Northeast), but at least people can understand what I'm saying. And I know Eric brought this up on his blog, but if people from Philly really talk like those two guys do in that Carls. Jr commercial, I'm gonna stab my ears out.


"Peace will come to the world when the people have enough to eat."

-Momofuku Ando, creator of instant ramen.

From BoingBoing.com, via BKV.TV.

Momofuku Ando, the man who invented instant ramen and founded Nissin Foods, died Friday of heart failure at 96 years of age. As any hungry cosmonaut or broke college student knows, his creation truly is a miracle food:

Ando was inspired to develop the instant noodle after coming upon a long line of people on a cold night shortly after World War II waiting to buy freshly made ramen at a black market food stall, according to Nissin. The experience convinced him that "Peace will come to the world when the people have enough to eat," it said.'



The price of salvation.

Last night, I had to work. Most of my shifts lately have been bad, but this one wasn't bad. Just slow. I managed to get out a little after nine, when I got a call from Ryan saying that he's at the Clubhouse (the restaurant next to mine), playing as part of the illustrious Ken James TrioDuo + 1 + .1. Ken James is this jive ass English cat who plays a keyboard. He play a lot of jazz standards. Nothing exciting, but on the upside, he uses a lot of outdated MIDI patches on his keyboard. Ryan on upright bass is always good. The first "+1" is Ken's Puerto Rican girlfriend (?). She's okay to look at, and sings on key maybe 70% of the time. The other "+.1" is the drummer. Or should I say the drum machine. Yep. Ken sacrifices the need for a live drummer and uses a little fucking Casio drum machine so he can have his girlfriend sing, and everyone still gets paid the same. What made the night interesting was this old guy, Jim, sitting where the band was taking a break. This guy was talkative, had some interesting stories (that he liked to repeat several times in 10 minutes), and he was one lecherous motherfucker. Now I said the singer was okay to look at, implying I wasn't into her. But Jim would look and go "Oooh. Oh my goodness," and anytime she would dance or look over at him, he'd go crazy. It was funny.

He says to me "when's your birthday?" I reply "August 16th." Jim says "It's tonight. Watch this!" And tells the singer it's my birthday. And she wishes me a happy birthday and goes into the most non-arousing version of a song I can only say I've heard from Ginger in Gilligan's island.

"I wanna be kissed by you,
By you, and no body else but you.
I wanna be kissed by you,
Alone. Boop boo be doo."

Jim went crazy. I feigned interest, but it was fun and I had a good time. Thanks to Ryan for inviting me out. Once out of there, I went for a little In n Out, since it's been on my mind. Starving and having had a couple drinks, I ordered my recent favorite: a 3x3 animal style, fries & a lemonade. The cost? $6.66. It was a good night.


Happy New Year, cats & kittens

I hope everyone's 2007 has kicked off to a great start. I spent last night and today with Barbie. We ate, drank, and were merry. We tried to do some late Xmas shopping for each other, to little avail. We had a little pizza tonight, a nap, and now I'm home. Don't work too hard tomorrow.