The season’s upon us, whether you asked for it to be or not. In the tumult of work and school and shopping and travel, at some point you’re going to need to sit down, take a moment for yourself, and grab a pint. We offer the below Surly pairings for some of the situations that arise this time of year.
- It’s December 24th. You awaken with the certain realization that, in the rush of holiday preparations, you forgot to get a present for your dad. He is impossible to shop for already, gets mad at you when you buy him anything, and all the stores close early today. What do you do, hotshot? What do you do? You scramble. You improvise. You maybe give him a box of steaks, a book about war, or a handle of scotch. But you do it, because he’s your dad. You get the gift, you call it good, you see your local tavern is open for all the regulars, and they have Xtra-Citra. Go ahead, you earned it.
- The presents are unwrapped. All the toys are either half-assembled or emit a roiling thrum of noise that alarms seismologists three states away. The first batch of relatives has arrived and they’re hashing out the finer points of the “Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas” debate in increasingly raised voices. You “volunteer” to take the overflowing garbage bags of wrapping paper out to the trash. The bracing slap of cold air and the enveloping quiet are like a balm for your weary soul. You open the garage fridge, grab a Furious, and savor the moment just a little while longer. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
- “We need batteries.” “We’re out of toilet paper.” “Your sister’s kids are all running a fever.” Your mission, should you choose to accept it: find the three separate stores that are open today to get the Duracells and the Charmin and the Children’s Tylenol. Celebrate your perilous, successful navigation of icy frontage roads, sketchy strip malls, and the Stop ‘n Go that used to be a Pizza Hut with a cold can of Hell.
- The kids, awake at an ungodly hour, are napping in the spot where they opened their last present. The TV is on, playing the Yule Log on Channel 45. Bing Crosby & David Bowie are singing “Little Drummer Boy“. It’s the closest you’ll get to a roaring fireplace this year. Instead of splitting lumber, crack an Axe Man.
- The week between Christmas and New Year’s is a very strange place. Some take PTO to travel, decompress, or assemble Barbie Dream Houses. Others, like our service industry brethren, are in the meat grinder of gift returns and post-holiday sales. All are welcome at our Brewery, where we’re extending Surly Pizza Upstairs’ hours for the week and have 40+ beers at the ready in the Beer Hall. If you’re in the metro area, stop in.
- It’s New Year’s Eve. You have zero plans. All the cool restaurants are long since booked, and going out would involve putting on pants. What you do have, though, are a couple stray cans of Liquid Stardust from our Frost Pack. Ring in the New Year with whoever has Dick Clark’s job now, our sparkling IPA, and a sensible bedtime.
- As for New Year’s Day, you can watch various parades and bowl games while studying up on our 2019 Brand Calendar, and plan out your beer runs for the weeks and months ahead.
We hope this helps you navigate your holidays. Peace on earth, good will to Dan, etc.