1 draught pint, $4.25, 5.4% ABV
Purchased at Cambridge House Brew Pub, Granby
Now that we are half way through 2013 and the new head brewer is firmly entrenched at Cambridge House, I can say that every beer going forward will be his beers. I have no idea how recipe sharing from one brewer to the next works and even if I did, the whole Cambridge House Brewpub not Cambridge House LLC that bottles three Cambridge House beers thing confuses it all further anyway.
With the new brewer in place now, I can safely say every beer I have at CHB henceforth will be created by the new brewer. If that matters. Does that matter? Maybe.
The new brewer is not pumping out new beers every week or two like the old one did. I don’t know the reason for this, but the slowdown in style/beer turnover is quite noticeable. Maybe it’s a summer thing? I have no idea – and I don’t really mind it all that much either to be honest with you.
CHB seems to be on more of a City Steam pace now than a WilliBrew pace, if you helps put it in perspective for you.
Moving on… this beer is named “Farmer’s Daughter.” Everyone knows what connotations that name conjures up. The sweet, naïve, yet hopelessly lonely, horny and impossibly sexy bumpkin who only knows how to please weary travelers.
So, you know, when I have to tell the two bartenders FOUR times that “I’d like a Farmer’s Daughter” over the heads of some older women, it made me feel stupid.
But it makes me wonder… what’s up with the whole “farmer’s daughter” archetype? I’m sure weary itinerant farmers looking for any sort of work and any sort of play become a bit less selective over time. Because to me, the idea of the “farmer’s daughter” is not necessarily an appealing one.
(While looking for how this whole myth came about, I came across a rather detailed description of a 1976 porno named “Farmer’s Daughters.”It seems a bit risqué for the 70’s.
There have been a bunch of books and songs with that title, and a raft of jokes, but nothing definitively telling me where the whole myth came from. I’ve met some lovely farmers to be sure, but, you know, none like popular culture has led us to believe.
And certainly no Daisy Dukes.
So, I’ll just give you some classic (and I mean CLASSIC) Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling: Amy the Farmer’s Daughter vs. Palestina the terrorist lady. It’s awesome.
Our saison (French farmhouse ale) interpretation. Light bodied, slightly spicy and dry finish.
That is one of the most accurate short descriptions of any beer I’ve ever read. It is absolutely light bodied, slightly spicy and dry on the finish.
The only problem I have is that it was too light bodied and too dry on the finish. To me, saisons have way more depth of flavor than this one had. It was just too… too thin. It had absolutely no head at all – and really, if you’re going to name your beer Farmer’s Daughter, you simply have to give a little head.
Sorry, I had to do it.
Overall Rating: C+
Rating vs. Similar style: D