Did I Say The Bases Were Covered?
From a late 19th century drinks manual (via HathiTrust), we see below a simple but dignified ad for an American ale brewer, one of the holdouts against the lager invasion.
It’s a summum of the great 1800s Anglo-Saxon top-fermentation world, a last hurrah for a tradition which began in Colonial days, transplanted from where it started by people of the same blood. (Well, the Dutch had a part in it, too).
We have mild ales in pale and amber versions, two strengths of the former. We have the proud Burton, probably dark amber and strong. And East India, the name old and romantic albeit barely 50 years known outside Britannic circles in Asia. The X ales again but given stock treatment, probably a bit tart. And porter – we know what that is. And brown stout, the same but stronger and with more substance.
Haddock & Langdon were active in the last quarter of the 1800s in New York, on East 14th Street. The brewery closed in ’96. Haddock was an engineer, from Buffalo, NY.
Just under loomed the competition ever nipping at the heels. The German-sounding Hermann lager brewery, but owned by an Anglo-American (presumably), named Burr – America always was a mixture. It’s on 18th street, but over on the west side, what is now the West Village.
East side, west side, all around the town, fine beers from a dual tradition conspired to crack the crown. All and more are now returned to what Jack Kerouac called the “Manhattoes”, a territory unto itself to which Beeretseq now decamps for a few days.
N.B. Actually I think Kerouac got the Manhattoes poeticism from Walt Whitman.