Often the smells and bells of California call me back, and I return to my native land. On all such trips when with friends I always ask, “What local beer do you all (catch that?) have?” And my friend Emmett was quick to point me to Ruhstaller.
Ruhstaller was the largest brewery west of the Mississippi before prohibition. After prohibition ran it into the ground it was bought by Budweiser and they henceforth shut it down. But they only bought the rights to Ruhstallers not Ruhstaller. And in lieu of this historic brewery calling from the land of Sierra Nevada Brewery some gents decided that it was time for Sacramento to have Ruhstaller back in our era of craft beer renaissance. And these gentlemen have decided to use all fresh California products to create their historic synthesis of beers.
The aesthetics at Ruhstaller are very austere and simple reflecting the life of a farmer and his straightforward and quiet life. And in a world fully of people trying to be like Miley Cyrus this is a welcome relief. A real, genuine, welcome relief, just like their good beer. It is real, genuine, and welcome in this world of over saturation to have something simple, strong, and sure.
Over the course of a fall afternoon we imbibed three of their beers: 1881 Red Ale, California Blonde Ale, and the California Tripel. These beers bleed out themes of John Stienbecks Grapes of Wrath with tastes and aromas calling forth themes from modern art to simple canvas.
If your fingers happen to be dancing to clasp a glass bottle and you come across this beer, be sure to grab it for you will not be let down but taken like the wind through the beauty of the American dream.
Until next time, pour proper my friends…