April 7th, 2015
February 13th, 2015
‘Twas the night before Beer Day, when all through the Cannon
The mash tun was stirring, I may have smelled tannins;
Mug Club mugs hung from the ceiling with care,
In hopes that ale lovers soon would be there;
The Brew Crew was huddled ‘round Willamette hops,
With visions of coffee beans; orange; apricots;
As Spencer and Ian worked on something new,
the brite tank conditioned a cool summer’s brew,
When just past Jim’s Corner there ‘rose such aroma,
I sprang from the bar to test my new beer foamer.
Back to the brew’ry I sloughed like a lush,
Tore open the lauter; inhaled the sweet mush.
The nose on the head of the freshly-brewed stout
Gave lustre to my plans of drinking downtown,
When, what to my watering eyes should appear,
A “Das Boot” sized tankard, and eight kegs of beer.
With a designated driver to drive me back home,
I knew soon that I would be nose-deep in foam.
And return April 7th – National Beer Day! –
To drink strong ales and stouts and call each other names:
“Now, THRASHERS! Now, DANCERS! Now, PRANKERS and VIXENS!
Don’t VOMIT on CUPID! Get BLOTTO or BLITZEN-ED!”
To the top of each barstool! Then, onto the bar!
Now drink away! Drink away! Today, drink your carbs!”
Oh, barley to wort, the magic ferments,
The sugar breaks down, our lives made content.
Down to the brewpub the connoisseurs drew,
To raise pints full of Red Jacket. City Mills, too!
And then, with a clinking, I heard through the room
Toasts made and drinks drank o’er plates of good food.
With a brew in my hand, and the brew I just downed,
Like St. Nick down the chimney, I bought the next round.
I addressed all in earshot a cheers to the ballin’
Senator Harrison and Rep. Thomas Cullen;
Two national heroes who led the attack
That tempered the temperance of the Volstead Act.
All pints, how they clinked with loosed inhibition,
In cheers to the first beers bought since Prohibition;
For 82 years ago, down to the day,
The United States Congress at last paved the way
For National Beer Day, held each April 7th,
A reminder to learn from our history’s lessons;
To treasure the fresh beer we find in our growlers,
The brewers, bartenders, the happiest hours.
There’s now tasty craft ale throughout Fountain City,
where once our selection was, in a word: … well, a pity…
But, let not this newfound wealth make us turn lazy
because modern beer laws are still a bit crazy.
Sure, beer flows on Sunday, and that’s a great perk;
But, if passed, the “Beer Jobs Bill” will put beer to work.
Columbus has growlers, craft beer, Sunday sales;
We’re a harbor for seekers of fine craft-brewed ale.
Last call! Hail a taxi, a cab, phone a friend.
Beer Day is now Beer Night and soon it will end;
But you’ll hear us proclaim as we turn out the lights,
“HAPPY BEER DAY TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD PINT!”
Happy National Beer Day, my friends!
November 11th, 2014
Photo by Nancy Palmer
The Super Bowl is one of the most-watched television events of the year, which means it’s prime time for marketing products and services.
This year, there was an ad that we here at the Cannon took particular note of: Budweiser’s “Brewed the Hard Way” spot.
There are two ways of looking at this commercial. It can be seen as simple smear campaign against craft brewing. Or, as we have chosen to view it, evidence of how popular microbrews have become in America and justification to keep putting our shoulder to the wheel, to keep fighting for our cause. Because when “the big guy” starts throwing barbs your way, well, you know you’ve got their attention.
The Cannon Brewpub has always been a champion of craft beer. Craft beer is the reason we’re here; our raison d’etre; our passion and our pleasure. That is why we are in full support of Georgia Senator Hunter Hill’s “Beer Jobs Bill.”
Known on the Senate floor as SB 63, the “Beer Jobs Bill” would make it so lovers of craft beer would be permitted to raise a couple pints – on premise – at breweries statewide. You would even be able to buy pre-packaged beer or fill growlers to enjoy whenever you please.
To put this distinction in perspective, Georgia is one of only five states left IN THE NATION with laws in place denying the ability of breweries to sell directly to their customers. Needless to say, this drastically shackles the economic impact of an industry that drives job growth, tourism, and quality of life.
There is plenty of information out there on SB 63. Arm yourself. Contact your representatives. Let your voice be heard.
We are on a precipice. Behind us are the dark ages of craft beer. Before us is a grand opportunity to positively affect our home, our state, even our nation. We need your help to continue moving forward, into a future where craft beer is more accessible to the people that love it.
Because sometimes you have to fight for something you love.
That time is now.
Let’s pass SB 63. Let’s pass the “Beer Jobs Bill.” And then let’s get down to the serious task of enjoying a whole new wealth of craft beer Columbus to St. Simon’s Island.
October 24th, 2014
Photo by Camille Wallace Gantt
There was a party thrown back in the dim and distant 90s by Dr. Jack Blalock. It was like most parties. People caroused. Drank. Laughter would occasionally rise above the cacophony. And like most parties, there are usually one or two people who are always on; who the crowd gravitates towards; personalities so strong and magnetic you can’t help but want to crack open another beer and just listen to them expound on whatever the hell they happen to be rambling about at that moment. At this party those two people found each other in the crowd. One of them was named Jim Newman. The other was William Gantt.
Oh, what vistas their conversations took in that night! One would need a hot air balloon to chart their course. It is known, however, where the epic exchange of ideas would eventually settle for a spell and become less dissertation and more operation: the presence (or lack thereof) of good, locally-brewed craft ales in Columbus. By the end of the party-fueled think tank, the hops seeds were planted that would grow into Columbus’s first brewpub since pre-Prohibition: the Cannon.
Photo by Jody Hunsaker Russell
And it wouldn’t have happened had an immoveable object in the form of a U.S. Ranger with a deep knowledge of the brewing arts not met an irresistible force in the form of a bon vivant with the mind of an engineer, the spirit of an adventurer, and the heart of a mentor.
Newman and Gantt are woven into the very DNA of the Cannon. Newman left this world several years back; Gantt joined Newman last night. Lord only knows what they are talking about right now!
Photo by Anthony Bowers
Anyone who ever met Gantt knows the pain and sadness that many of us are feeling our way through. He loomed large in the formative years of many of our lives, larger-than-life character that he was. For some, he gave us our first job. For others, he taught us our first real-life lesson… when he fired us from that first job. But for all of us, he holds a special place in our hearts, for it is because of him we will now and forevermore “be just and fear not.”
So, yes, today there is pain and sadness. But there is no fear. Already, our memories of him are turning hot tears into happy sad; because gone though he may be, he will never truly leave. He will be here when every pint is raised; with each cannon blast; every time we see a hot air balloon untethered in the sky or some modified mini-train rambling down the tracks.
Photo by Tim Saint
There is a line in Whitman’s poem “Song of myself” that always reminded me of Gantt. “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” That was Gantt.
For me, I’ll remember the Gantt who would tell a ribald joke, twirl his marvelous mustache, and take a swig from his mug with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Of the multitudes he contained, that is my Gantt.
Photo by Hank Standridge
While there may be pain and there is most certainly sadness, let’s remember his words and be just and fear not. Let’s take a moment today to remember your own personal Gantt. Let’s celebrate a man who was the personification of celebration. That is what, I believe, he would have wanted.
Today, I raise my pint to you, sir.
Columbus owes you a hefty debt of gratitude.
I, Mr. Gantt, owe you so much more.
Thank you, and Godspeed.
And, as always, cheers…
Josh Becker, on behalf of the entire Cannon Family; past, present, and future…
Photo by Jody Hunsaker Russell
September 3rd, 2014
There is a new website that the Cannon Brewpub would like you to visit that present the opportunities the craft beer community in Georgia stand to capitalize upon during the next legislative session. It is called Citizens for GA Beer Jobs and can be found at http://GaBeerJobs.com/. Their mission statement is as follows:
“Georgia’s craft beer industry needs your help! We are hoping to modernize Georgia’s laws during the 2015 legislative session to get our state competitive in the southeast and the rest of the country. In 2013, there were $14.3 billion in craft beer sales across the country and we believe that more of that beer should be made right here in Georgia. Making some small changes to our laws will have a big impact on Georgia’s economy!
The Beer Jobs Bill will allow consumers to purchase a pint at a brewery and take beer home from breweries and brewpubs – these changes will help drive jobs, tourism, and economic growth that will allow our state to be more competitive in the national craft beer marketplace. And it will do this in a way that allows our breweries, distributors, and retailers to all benefit from the economic growth it will unleash.”
Please check out their site. Sign the petition if you feel moved. Join the cause in any way you are able. The only thing better than craft beer is more craft beer. Let’s make that dream a reality together.
July 16th, 2014
The NFL kicks off this week, with Green Bay and Seattle opening the proceedings this Thursday; and the Dirty Birds and the Saints signaling the return of Sunday football.
Of course, well have the games on and the beer will flow like, well, beer.
Not only that, you can enjoy some of the best football fare to be had. Our menu is great year-round, but it pairs even better with a little pigskin.
But, hey, we understand. Sometimes, you just want to watch your team from your special chair with your Fantasy League buddies, talking smack and eating snacks.
If we weren’t working, we might be doing the same thing.
The thing is, the Cannon still has you covered for all your football viewing essentials.
Growlers filled with your favorite Cannon craft beer: that’s a big Check!!
So, come watch the games with us, or let us fuel your tailgate party.
Either way, isn’t it simply wonderful knowing that (meaningful) NFL football is about to be back on our TVs?
Not to mention college!!
Life does not suck.
Go <insert your team’s name here> (We don’t play favorites… until the playoffs!)
June 9th, 2014
Alaska was once ruled by giants, woolly mammoths, and saber-toothed tigers.
The land was warm and the titans made their homes amongst fruit trees of every hue and flavor imaginable.
This was a land of peace, love, and understanding.
It was upon this backdrop that Nekatla and his bride-to-be, Susitna, were to wed.
Unfortunately, war was on its way.
For a people so accustomed to neutrality, taking up arms was a foreign concept to them.
So, they approached the impending invasion the only way their culture could fathom: by meeting the horde head on, bearing gifts rather than weapons; with Nekatla leading the charge.
You can guess how this battle plan panned out.
Meanwhile, Susitna figured the best way to wait for Nekatla’s return – a return that would never happen – was to sleep through the whole ordeal.
Days turned to months; months to years; years to decades.
Alaska turned cold.
And still Susitna slept.
You can still see her sleeping today, now an ice-covered mountain, waiting patiently for Nekatla to return.
Spencer saw her on his recent trip to Alaska, and she inspired him to create the Cannon’s newest seasonal: THE SISITNA CREAM ALE.
Clocking in at 7 % ABV, this cream ale is light and crisp with a nice blackberry and orange flavor that harkens back to an Alaska that was warm and where giants made their home amongst fruit trees of every hue and flavor imaginable.
So, come into the Cannon, raise a pint to the Sleeping Lady, and we’ll ponder together the words of the poet Costello: “What’s so funny ’bout peace, love, and understanding?”
May 13th, 2014
Don’t you just love surprises?
Especially on a somewhat downcast Monday.
When we walked into work today, we were greeted by one such surprise that cut through the grey clouds and lit up the pub like a roman candle.
And we should have smelled it coming – the aroma of Belgian yeast wafting from Jim’s Corner every time Spencer or Ian opened the door to the brewery – it’s just that they were so secretive this time!
But those aromatically-whispered rumors were true: there is a new seasonal being tapped today.
TODAY, I tell ya!!
The guys have successfully crafted – right under our noses! – a Belgium Golden Ale that, while light and crisp in taste, carries a kick of 7.2% ABV. With citrus notes and a light body, this is a perfect summer beer for sipping at the sidewalk tables.
So, what are we calling this ale that emerged from the brewery in the absolute cloak of silence to overwhelm the palates of unsuspecting lovers of craft beer?
THE BELGIUM BLITZKRIEG!
The secret’s out. We’re all reved up and ready to go.
Hey ho, let’s go!
May 9th, 2014
Water is the most popular drink in the world.
It covers three-fourths of the earth’s surface, makes up 60% of the human body, and it’s essential for our survival.
But don’t get cocky, H2O.
Unless you are in a hot tub, boiling crab legs, or cascading on the seashore, face it – you’re tasteless, odorless, and about as exciting as watching an ice sculptor carve a swan neck.
Plus, should we really trust a drink that can’t decide whether it’s a liquid, solid, or gas?
I think not!
Did you know that tea comes in at second?
(As Lucille Bluth said when asked “plate or platter” after ordering the Ike & Tuna Turner special at Klimpy’s: “I don’t understand the question, and I won’t respond to it.”)
Coming up bronze is beer. Which is apropos, as beer has been in the running for “World’s Most Popular Potable” since the Bronze Age. Heck, there was a time it was safer to drink beer than it was to drink water! Take that, #1. Nowadays, it may not be essential for survival, but, for us Hop Heads, it is essential for making life on this spinning rock a pleasurable experience.
This week, America celebrates beer and the artisans who brew it with the 8th Annual American Craft Beer Week.
For the next seven days, across this great nation, mad love will be shown to the brewers of beer. And we, of course, are going to get right up in there by thanking Spencer and Ian for the amazing beer they produce; not just the quality of their brews, but, especially, for the consistency and imagination with which they produce it.
But American Craft Beer Week isn’t just about thanking the pioneers of the brewing arts; it’s also about celebrating the simple pleasures of enjoying a properly poured pint.
That’s why we invite you to celebrate American Craft Beer Week with a pint of Ian and Spencer’s newest seasonal: the return of the PHOENIX HONEY WHEAT, a great summer beer with orange notes and a wonderful honey aroma and taste.
Sorry, Water. We’ll see you in the shower, but this week – it’s all about beer.
Cheers to beer and the brewers who brew it. A week is too short to contain our gratitude.
April 1st, 2014
As anyone who has spent any amount of time here at the Cannon knows, we have a long history and tight-knit relationship with the heroes next door at Fort Benning. So much so that often we name our beers in honor of their valor, dedication, and sacrifice.
With our new seasonal, we have done so again.
We give you: THE BUSHMASTER.
The Bushmaster is a three-round burst or fully automatic carbine rifle that has seen service in both Afghanistan and Iraq. In the hands of a soldier, the Bushmaster is a weapon capable of doing some serious damage.
Our Bushmaster could also do some damage, but you’d have to really commit to some serious day drinking to go “fully automatic.” Clocking in at 6% ABV, this is a nice, quiet Summer Pale Ale, perfect for sipping on long into the afternoon as the evening comes along to cool the tables outside along Broad.
The logo for rifle maker Bushmaster is the bushmaster snake, the largest pit viper in the Americas. It is found in lush, tropical locales, so you will note hints of guava and citrus on the front end of your palette; but be forewarned: it finishes with a bite!
Come in to try the Bushmaster and if you see a soldier, thank them for their service.
Oh, and just a quick heads up: there will be another tapping next Tuesday.
Yeah, Spencer and Ian are on fire back in Newman’s Corner.
See you guys soon!
Summer is coming.
This may seem contrary to the fact that we have until recently been experiencing all four seasons in the space of a week (if not days!) and in a matter of moons will see the return of Game of Thrones and their eternal promise of more winter.
We here at the Cannon know the inevitable.
It’s about to get hot.
So we came up with an ale cool enough to cut through those steamy Georgia days when the air is so humid, you can see it.
It’s our new seasonal and it’s called The Stone Cold Kolsch.
A Kolsch, for the uninitiated, typically brewed in Germany (most specifically in Köln); and lands somewhere between the hoppiness of a pale ale and the bitterness of a pale lager.
We took ours in a decidedly different direction, by slamming it with stonefruit. Stonefruits are those fruits that have the pits in them. You know: prunes, plums, peaches, pineapples, apricots. Incidentally, these are the flavors you find hitting your palette with every sip of Stone Cold Kolsch.
Lovers of Pilsners, you’re welcome.
So, come visit us and get ready for a sweltering season.
Because I promise…
Summer is coming.