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It’s all in the wrist.

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Well, not really… but it seemed like a better title than ‘Glass Full of Foam’.

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Yes, we let the keg sit still overnight. And yes, we had the kegerator set to the proper temperature… but we were still getting full glasses of foam. The only thing left to do was adjust the CO2 flow, you know…. the thing I kept telling my husband we had to do even though he said we absolutely positively didn’t have to.

So I did what any self respecting beer drinker would do…. I sent him to the house on an errand, then made the adjustment myself.

Viola!

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The perfect glass of beer. ( And yes, the placement of my “At Last” prohibition glass from the FDR museum in Hyde Park was most definitely on purpose )

Did you know fruit flies are attracted to beer taps? I didn’t either, but who can blame them.

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The solution? Plug the tap when not in use. And if you want to put your womanly mark on the man cave? Do it with a pink wine bottle stopper.

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That way it will match the pink bell and pink cocktail napkins already on the bar.

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Next up was the shorty tap handle I ordered from Allagash.

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I’ve been told I can pick something for myself for the second keg. Hmm…

My favorite amber ale? That luscious chocolate cherry sour? Or maybe a nice hard cider?

Decisions, decisions.

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Because things never go smoothly around here.

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Not wanting to kill each so late in the day, we saved assembly of the kegerator until Saturday morning. Relaxing weekend my *ss. 🥴

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The first step on the way to cold beer was finding a place to fill the (brand new and shiny apple red!) CO2 tank required for tapping a keg. Had I known it would not be coming back home with us, I would have taken its picture. So clean and pretty! But alas in our part of the world no one fills CO2 tanks, they just exchange them. So bye bye lovely sparkling new red tank, and hello old, scuffed, ugly metal version.

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The regulator was easy to attach, and the husband managed to do it without blowing himself up … so I call that a win.

Next up was clamping the hoses to the keg couplers. They came with 4 of these ridiculous plastic things….

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Only one of which worked.

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Husband promptly broke the other 3 then stormed off to the local hardware store for the normal adjustable metal versions.

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Tank and regulator placed on shelf? Check!

Hoses clamped onto couplers and attached to tank? Check!

All that was left was to tap the keg…. and since the husband hadn’t done that anytime in the current century?

It did not go well.

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But can I get a round of applause for the perfectly timed photograph?

I’m so good…. it’s frightening.

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Beer went everywhere. On the floor, on the window, on the mini fridge, everywhere but in our mouths… which is usually where you want to direct it.

And then, when the keg was finally put in position and tapped?

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Pure foam.

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To be continued….

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