DISCLAIMER: the above video is actually my second attempt at drinking a Boilermaker. I was errant in my camera app responsibilities the first round.
When I was a kid I distinctly remember my parents taking me out to a bar in Stoney Creek for wings called “Boilermaker’s”. Ok, I’m not so sure about the apostrophe, but you get the point.
I think it was in that dark, underground pub that my dad told me what a Boilermaker was; a beer that you drop whiskey into and then drink. Somehow, all these years it’s existed as a mythical purple Flintstone’s drink that shoots sparks out the top. Obviously that’s kept this particular libation at arm’s length for me for a very long time.
But tonight was our first inaugural monthly assembly of Wing Club, and I wanted to do something new that I could involve the entire club in, so Boilermakers it was.
Two Boilermakers in, I have to say that they’re pretty damned tasty even if I didn’t chug the whole thing. In fact it’s probably better that way; the whisky really makes a nice addition to a pale ale. I think this is one I’ll order of my own accord in the future, whether Andrew, Joe or Ken like it or not.