Last night Jeff and I went to a beer dinner at The Ginger Man in South Norwalk. We've been to wine dinners before, but a beer dinner was a first for us. We'd heard about this dinner about a week ago, and we're big Dogfish fans. We were on the waiting list and luckily had a chance to attend.
The meal consisted of six courses paired with specific Dogfish brews.
Chilled English Pea Shooter with Aprihop IPA
Pork Belly Skewers with four glazes:
maple malt with 60 minute IPA
pear cider with 75 minute IPA
dry chili-rub with 90 minute IPA
pineapple habanero with 120 minute IPA
Dry Rubbed Smoked Swordfish Loin with Burton Baton
Duck Breast Roulade with Rhizing Bines Double IPA ( a collaboration with Sierra Nevada)
Oxtail Empanada with Indian Brown Ale
Lemon Louisiana Crunch Cake with Hellhound on my Ale
All-in-all, a good night. I enjoyed all the beers. This was my first taste of pork bellies--and oxtail--good, but nothing spectacular--at least I have a frame of reference for Top Chef.
A few disappointments: the dinner was scheduled for 7, but didn't start until 7:30. My swordfish and potato pastel were cold.
As we headed to Ginger Man last night, I realized that we haven't gone out at night in a long time, except for special occasions. When did we become such homebodies? Part of it is being married and having a home of our own, part of it is hanging with Spike, especially after our recent scare, and part of it is that getting take-out is faster and cheaper than eating out.
But sometimes, going out is well worth it.
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