Seibel Institute of Technology: Week 1

During the last two weeks, I completed the first of six modules at the oldest beer brewing school in the United States. When we sat at our desks for the first time, a three inch thick binder was waiting for us. By the end of the day plowing through the material it was evident that all the students and the teacher were not used to being in a classroom for that long. Our teacher ended our first day of class, after seven hours of learning about the malting process with, "So...beer." We then proceeded up to our Bier Stube were we helped ourselves to beverages of our choice of two draught beers and a selection of Yuengling bottles that were graciously donated to the school.

During the second straight day of learning and talking about beer we were interrupted several times for the city of Chicago to do their inspections of the new facility of the school. In the meantime we took a tour of the Goose Island brewbup and had some Q and A with the head brewer. After class the vice president of the school led us to Goose Island for their weekly release, then a local bar to feast on $3 burger and $2.50 beer night. Unfortunately, the time spent socializing with my fellow classmates but a halt to the amount of studying I was able to do and set me back for the rest of the week.

In the first five hours of the day we finished up our malting education for the program. Scheduled for our afternoon session was a 'sensory analysis' training period where we were to teach our tongues the art of finding defects in beer. Unfortunately the teacher for the session was called away and we were allowed to leave early. For most of the students that just meant more time at the Bier Stube, but I ran over to the local homebrew shop and bought enough supplies to double the batch I had planned for the weekend so I could bring one of the kegs in for the class to share at the Stube.

The last two days of the week gave us our first teacher swap as our focus turned to hops (probably the subject that I know the least about) and brewing water. Changing teachers also brought around a chance of pace. The classes were moving through the material much quicker, but the class was getting nervous with our first test approaching on Friday.

The test ended up being fairly simple with true or false, short answer, and multiple choice questions. I wizzed through it in about half an hour. Then as my classmates arose from the test and ascended to the Bier Stube, they all started to have some beers, at 9:30 in the morning! Now I am far from a prude but I don't know how those guys were able to stay away during the next six hours of learning about specialty hop products and brewing water composition and adjustments. My daily lunch beers were enough to make my eyes sag during a slow part of a lecture. But at the end of the day we were able to make up our 'sensory analysis' period. The session was drinking a bunch of Budweiser with all but one sample spiked with 'defect' materials.

We sipped through the session with our baseline beer revealing flaws in the spiked samples. As we lounged around the Stube after class we discussed what to do for many people's first weekend night in Chicago. After a dinner at Goose Island with Brian and Ian, we headed up to the local beer bar, the Hopleaf. Despite the gently rain and the fact that I gave almost everyone directions, we had a pretty good crowd. I was especially happy to see our Brazilian friends who made it to the bar. Everyone had a really good time as to be expected when a bunch of beer nerds go to a beer bar. After a long wait for the bus in the rain to get back towards the city, we all hopped on and were those people that annoyed everyone else on the bus. I jumped off the bus before everyone else because I wanted to get to bed ... I had a beer picnic to go to the next day!

The picnic was on, rain or rain. In what turned out to be the rainiest day in Chicago history my beer club braved the elements in the name of good brew and good food. I even bought a poncho for good measure. We ended up staying for longer than I had anticipated. In the emails sent after the event someone commented, 'what a strange and dedicated group of people we are.' At the next bar (not so astonishingly another venue for one of the beer club's annual events) the bartender asked us where we had come from. After we told him we were at a picnic all day, I'm sure he thought that we were all liars. Apparently we were not the only ones that hold events at that particular venue, as a group of scientologists were also holding a meeting. When my friend Jay and I walked over to see what was going on with Guinness in hand. We were quickly approached by a young woman who promptly told us that we were going to have to leave. They gave us a introduction DVD and guided us away. That was the happy moment when I realized that I was not good enough for scientology.

Sunday was dedicated to detoxification and football. I do not need to say more.