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![]() Big Wheels Fat Tire rides the hype to Chicago
Launching a microbrew is a bit like founding an indie rock band. It
needs to be good. More importantly, it needs an intriguing back-story
and a lot of personality. And it helps if the name converts to a cheap
pun--even if it's a lightly derogatory one, it'll serve as a pneumonic
device.
Earlier this year, Fat Tire, an amber ale concocted by the New
Belgium Brewing Company in Fort Collins, Colorado, got a ceremonious
rollout in Chicago. The makers insinuated that, with the first bottles
"served (legally) in the Second City," they were displacing a black
market. Local nightlife journalists and bloggers began to chatter,
swapping tips on which bars were serving the beer. Predictably, some
drinkers resisted the hype, and some brew enthusiasts are heard to say,
"Fat Tire? More like Flat Tire."
That isn't quite fair. Fat Tire isn't a snob's microbrew and it
doesn't try to be. It's a tasty, fruity, friendly beer, easy on the
untrained palate. It's got class. It doesn't dominate the senses.
It's
got a sour kick, but stays light. It's nothing revolutionary, but the
fans don't mind.
"A lot of microbrews are too flavorful and heavy," says Sara, a
native Coloradan who loves the stuff. "Their taste is so strong that
you can't handle more than one or two before you get sick of it. But
Fat Tire does have a complex, interesting flavor, and it doesn't
overwhelm you. It doesn't get that sour, heavy taste that sticks to
your tongue that most `good' beers get, even if you drink, like, eight
in a night... It's an amber ale, but it's got this nice, almost
creamy
sweetness to it. It's perfectly drinkable and its flavor is perfectly
balanced."
Plus, Fat Tire packs a lot of marketing finesse. According to its
readymade mythology, a brewer's barhopping bike odyssey through
Belgium
inspired the recipe. The labels feature the charming words "toasty"
and "biscuit-like," along with a standing invitation to visit the
company. It comes in twenty-two-ounce bottles, which pleasantly
corrupts
"one beer" as a unit of measurement.
Of course, when something gets this sort of concentrated attention
out of the box, there's a temptation to deride it, particularly when
it
disappoints. Blogger Seth Anderson writes that he "really wanted to
like this ale" and rates it an overall "B+," but describes the
"bouquet" as "a hint of bleach, the odor of old sweat-socks, and
pinch of nervous energy." And when we feel as though something's been
pushed on us and we find that we enjoy it regardless, we'll sometimes
try to have it both ways.
A grinning man with a shaved head sits in a tavern, pouring his Fat
Tire from the bomber to the glass. He sacrificed seven bucks for this
pleasure. Why does he like it? "It's made from tires," he says.
"It's
from Colorado. It's made from mountain spring water... It comes in the
most prominent bottle."
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