When a local brewery, like Cismontane, gets together with a discount site, like Groupon, it’s like magic. For the tidy sum of $20, the Old Man and I went out on a date and tried some really delicious beers in Santa Ana, CA. I’m not sure how long Groupon will have this sale going on in cahoots with Cismontane Brewing Company so you better get your ass in gear and buy in. There are several options to choose from depending on whether you have 2 or 4 folks in your party. Honestly though, it doesn’t matter if you are 2 people and you buy the Groupon for 4. That’s what I did and I didn’t get sent to hell. It just makes better sense financially to buy in bulk, right?
It was a Tuesday night, aka “Cask Night,” at @Cisbrewco and SoHo Tacos food truck was there serving up the eats. It was expectantly crowded when we walked in, almost all the tables were taken and most of the seats along the bar.
I mozied on up to the brewtender and showed her my Groupon. She marked it as redeemed and gave me 2 slips of paper to write what brews we wanted in the 2 flights and then she handed over 4 wooden tokens to use when we wanted to get down to pint-guzzling. I like that method a lot. When I go wine tasting, I am always worried about how the host will remember what wine I had last. I’m afraid she’ll forget one of the wines and I’ll get gyped. But this way, you have physical tokens you are holding in your hands to turn in when you want. The brewtender even told us we didn’t have to use all 4 of the tokens that night, we could use them another time if we wanted. Super efficient! I love it!
So here is a pic of the menu board. There are a lot of choices. At Cismontane, a flight consists of 5 4-oz. pours so you can try quite a few.
In honor of Cask Night at Cismontane, I tried the Black & Blue for my first flight choice. Black & Blue is an 8% Imperial Stout made with blueberries that is mild and pleasant tasting. The blueberries were hard to discern on my palette but there was a slight sweetness to it that I know was because of the addition of fruit. Next, I went with a Citizen lager. How could I resist Beavis & Butthead? The Citizen was a 6% lager trying to be an IPA with an IBU measurement of 45. I liked it. I was expecting something light but the hops were very prevalent.
My last three choices were all IPAs; starting with a Back That Thing Up, then a Hop Dumpster, and finishing with a Pretty Fly For A Light Guy. The stats on the first two are impressive. The Back That Thing Up was a floral, tasty IPA with an ABV of 8.3% and an IBU rating of 90. The Hop Dumpster was an extremely palatable and smooth double IPA that comes in at 100 on the IBU scale and a solid 8% ABV. I loved them both but I really loved Hop Dumpster. I ended my flight with a Pretty Fly For A Light Guy. It was only a 4.1% session IPA but I got it because of the connection to Offspring, a lil’ ol’ OC band that made it to the big time. The IBU was 52 and the hoppy bitterness was there but just not enough for my tastes. It’s a light brew and named appropriately.
The Old Man’s flight was pretty similar to mine but with 2 differences. The Coulter IPA, with a 7.2% ABV and 60 IBUs, was extraordinairy. The Strawberry Letter 23 tasted like candy it was so good. It’s a strawberry blonde with a decent ABV of 5.5%. Just a taste of the Letter 23 was all I needed, it is sweet and fruity.
We finished our flights and got ready to redeem some tokens. For the first round, we both revisited the Hop Dumpster. It’s an incredible beer and I would drink it again for sure.
The brewtender called “Last Call!” so we downed those Hop Dumpsters and ordered our second and last round of the night. We both got the Coulter IPA and sat around drinking those and chatting with this guy about random stuff related to sound engineering until the brewtender was done cleaning. Look at how spotless that bar is!
Cismontane had a good selection of merch, like shirts and hats, but it runs on the pricey side.
There was only one complaint I had about my date night. The temperature inside Cismontane was practically unbearable. It was just another hot-as-fuck night in So Cal and there was only one industrial-sized, stationary fan blowing towards the bar. The door was open which only let the heat get in instead of providing a way for a breeze to blow through the building. Fan? No help. Open door? No help. Christ! Does someone have to die of heat stroke before they air condition that place?
This sticker of our President as the Devil seemed like a good theme pic for the night since it was hot as Hell.