One Year Later: Merrell Barefoot Bare Access

Okay, a couple weeks shy of a full year later. Whatever. After their auspicious beginning, I felt compelled to swing by and provide an update on the state of the Merrell Barefoot Bare Access (MBBA) running shoes I bought in May, 2012. Go read the original review, so you know what the hell I’m talking about. I’ll wait.

I originally purchased the MBBAs as a step down from a pair of Nike Free Run+ (Version 1). Some of the reviews on Zappos seemed to indicate manufacturing defects that resulted in the sole and upper coming delaminated, which is a fancy sounding word that means “bro, your brand new shoes are falling apart already, bro.”

Zappos replaced the defective pair in typical Zappos turnaround time, and I set about running in the MBBAs regularly. In fact, these were my default running shoes from May to September. I ran my first Peachtree Road Race in them. In fact, they would have remained my default kicks well beyond, but I picked up a pair of New Balance MT10s for a trail run in September (partly because I wanted a trail shoe for a trail run, but mostly because I had been wanting to try the Minimus line for a while). I put in about 160 miles on the MBBA before mixing in the MT10s and then, later, a pair of New Balance 110s.

Despite the decrease in total mileage, the MBBAs have remained one of my favorite shoes for just kicking around. Merrell’s wide toe box allows me to wear normal socks with them, and the [relatively] understated design allows them to blend in with street clothes unlike a lot of running shoes that look like you’re wearing A GOD DAMN GUNDAM ROBOT ON EACH FOOT.

NOW THEN. How have the MBBAs held up over the last 12 months?

After ~200 miles of running and a year of kicking around

As you can see above, they still look almost brand new. Full Disclosure: I washed them with the laundry about 4 days before this picture was taken.

This is the replacement pair, the pair I was CERTAIN was going to fall apart immediately. As you can see, one year later, and no delamination:

Left:
Keep it together

Right:
Merrell Barefoot Bare Access - Right

But, Tony, what about the squishy, grippy, foresole and midsole that began to disintegrate after a single 4-mile jog? Surely, your feet are now poking through the bottoms of both shoes like some sort of suburban Looney Toons hobo. With all your possessions tied into a bandanna on the end of a stick, both of which were purchased at REI. Right?

Merrell Barefoot Bare Access

As you can see above, the foamy tread under the toes has worn completely smooth. It’s actually getting precariously thin on the right shoe, and I would not be surprosed if one of my tootsies poked through sooner rather than later.

Merrell Barefoot Bare Access

The midsole is holding up okay, I suppose. I’ve seen foamy substances like the this used on shoes before, but usually as a middle, cushioning layer, not taking the full brunt of every step. Wanna hear something gross? As you are probably aware, it is quite hot and humid in Georgia in the Summer. As you may or may not be aware, I am healthy slab of man and I sweat like Pee-Wee Herman’s sprinkler. A couple times last summer, following long(ish) runs (7+ miles), I noticed that I actually sweat through the bottom of these shoes. Like, that red part there? Soaked with sweat ON THE BOTTOM. Could the sweat have run around the sides onto the bottom from the outside? It’s possible. I choose to believe my feet forced sweat through the bottom of a shoe like Bruce Lee forcing, uh, something, uh, through some other thing.

Another look at the well-worn toe area:

Merrell Barefoot Bare Access

Following my initial impression, I was ready for the worst, so the fact that shoes have lasted this long is a pleasant surprise. That said, These shoes probably have 200 miles of total running in addition to a few months of casual wear. When you consider that my toes are about to see daylight, those numbers seem pretty light. Durability issues aside, these shoes did exactly what I wanted them to. They provided a zero-toe-drop platform with enough cushion for several medium to long runs. Both pairs of New Balances I have incorporated since have a 4MM toe drop.

Merrell recently released version 2 of the Bare Access. The pictures seem to indicate the bottom is completely covered in Vibram rubber, which I would think would help immensely with durability. Would I buy another pair of version 1? Probably not. Would I consider a pair of version 2? Absolutely.

Torche – Meanderthal

Atlanta / Miami 4-piece, Torche released a new album called Meanderthal yesterday. Gchatting with Thomas a little bit ago, I used the description “Melodic, stoner prog.” I feel that’s pretty accurate, but I would also add the words “anthem” and “rumbling” in there somewhere if I could. I’m still on some PR email lists from the magazine days and one piece of press I received used the phrase “bomb-string stoner pop/thunder rock/doom pop classic,” which reads more like search engine optimization than music PR, but it’s also all accurate. If you fancy yourself the kind of person who is into stuff that rules, you should check out Meanderthal.

You can stream all of Meanderthal here. Their MySpace is here (if you’re into that sort of thing).

Torche is playing at Lenny’s on Monday, May 26th with Stinking Lizaveta and The Sword (which is a superb band name).

Starbucks – now with less charcoal and pee pee

Well over a year ago I described Starbucks coffee as “Kingsford soaked in hot pee.” It’s not some sort of revelation. Virtually every homo sapiens I know thinks Starbucks coffee is on the licking-the-campfire side of the flavor spectrum. Well, it appears someone very high up at Starbucks marketing reads my blog (or, you know, has identified a tipping point in customer sentiment) because this press release from yesterday announces they’re going to do something about it, starting today.

I came across the press release via this post at Serious Eats, which I only skimmed because Serious Eats updates no less than eleven and a half thousand times a day. I didn’t read the press release at the time either because press releases are dumb. Basically, I saw the Starbucks logo, read that they are going to experiment with not over-roasting their beans, thought, “It’s about time,” and moved along with my morning.

My building, like all office buildings in America, has a Starbucks in it. As I was fleeing the building for lunch, I was accosted by a woman on the street in a Starbucks uniform holding a tray of small coffee cups.

“WOULDYOULIKEAFREESMALLCUPOFCOFFEE?!?!”
“IT’SOURNEWPIKESPLACEBLEND!!”
“WEJUSTRELEASEDITTHISMORNING!!”

If I hadn’t taken one of her cups of coffee, she would have committed seppuku right in front of me, so I obliged. I was actually pleasantly surprised. They managed to take the edge off without losing that deep, dark-roasted character that seems to be unique to Starbucks. I don’t happen to care for that signature flavor, but a lot of people love it and it makes for strong brand recognition, so I understand why they retained it. Acidity is low, and the dominant flavor I got was nuttiness, almost buttery. I doubt the triple-caramel, half-caf, soy latte set will care much, but this is a step in the right direction for black coffee drinkers. If anything they may have toned it down a little too much, but I will be a little less dis-inclined to drink black coffee from Starbucks now.

UPDATE: Initial reactions to the Pike’s Place blend are up at Serious Eats.

DO NOT GO TO THE LOCAL FOR WINGS

I almost forgot …

DO NOT GO TO THE LOCAL.

DO NOT ORDER THE WINGS.

THEY DO NOT SMOKE THEM ALONGSIDE THE RIBS EACH MORNING, AND THEN FINISH THEM IN THE FRYER TO ORDER.

THE COOKING METHOD DOES NOT CREATE A WING FROM WHICH THE MEAT EFFORTLESSLY LEAPS INTO YOUR MOUTH LEAVING BEHIND NOTHING SAVE A CLEAN DRY BONE.

THEY DO NOT COME IN ORDERS OF 10 FOR $7.00.

YOU DO NOT GET TO CHOSE BETWEEN THREE DELICIOUS SAUCES (HOT, SUN-DRIED TOMATO, BBQ).

THESE WINGS ARE NOT DELICIOUS.

THEY ARE ON THE MENU.

Basketbeer


Photo: Getty Images

I am not what one would call a college basketball fan. Or a fan of basketball in general for that matter. I’ve just never had anything invested in it. I’ve never filled out a bracket, I never attended a game at UGA while I was there, and, when routinely offered $100-per-seat tickets to the Hawks, I usually respond, “Is there anyone famous on the other team? Is parking included?” I don’t dislike basketball, it’s just … meh. I do like watching college hoops with Brian, however, because he is a rabid fan and highly prone to involuntary whoops and screams throughout the game. Last night, Brian and I met at Summits to watch the Memphis-Bradley game. Brian’s a huge Memphis fan, and the guy who sits next to me at work went to Bradley, so I figured I should probably watch. That game ended up being fairly boring, but the LSU-Duke showdown on the adjacent screen was positively glorious. I don’t have specific beef with Duke, other than a hearty affinity for seeing giants tumble. Also, their fans are total dweebs. They’re actually a lot like Tech fans, except less Asian and more North Cackalacky than Atlanta.

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The Six Beers of Xmas #6: New Glarus Hop Hearty IPA

As if I hadn’t reminded him lately that he has always been the best gift-giver on the face of the planet, The Korean Lover recently lugged an assorted six-pack of brews from the New Glarus Brewing Company all the way back from Wisconsin for my tasting pleasure. From now until Jesusmas, my tasting pleasure will become your tasting pleasure. Before this week, I’ve never had the opportunity to try their beers, but I’ve always heard good things about New Glarus Brewing. Their Wisconsin Belgian Red comes in at an impressive number 42 on BeerAdvocates top 100 beers list.

Five beers down and not a single one with any hop characteristics worth mentioning. That is not an indictment of New Glarus’ abilities, but it is noteworthy considering what an unabashed hophead I am. My obsession with the humulus lupulus waned slightly after leaving Oregon, but I was jolted back on track after attending the recent Rogue Rodeo at Summits. Rogue brewmaster John Maier is truly the master of the hop, and I would toss his salad to be able to utilize alpha acids half as well as he can.

Needless to say, I saved the Hop Hearty IPA until last for a reason. Onward!

Color: Deep, scorched orange. Like the others, quite clear despite the deeper color. Pours with a medium, off-white head. Heavy lacing.

Aroma: Very hoppy aroma, but with some strange goings on as well … is that chocolate? Smells a lot more roasty than I was expecting. I don’t know how to decribe this, but this IPA smells like it’s going to taste a lot more bitter than it smells. Discuss.

Flavor: I was right. Bitter city, which is okay, but I like a little more hop flower and citrus and a little less searing roasted bitterness than this beer is giving me. But since the bittering hops largely outweigh the flavor/aroma hops here, the roasted malts add a nice complexity. Long, bitter finish, like a relationship that should have ended 6 months ago.

I’ve read a lot of Hop Hearty reviews that are exactly the opposite of mine–lots of flowery citrusy hops, big malty sweetness–but I’m calling it like my tongue sees it. Hopheads will have their alpha acid deficiencies met with this beer, but I would only consider this a session beer if my tongue were made of belt leather. On hoppiness alone, this one gets the 3rd slot on the arbitrary list.

In subjective order:

1. Spotted Cow
2. Uff-da
3. Hop Hearty
4. Staghorn
5. Fat Squirrel
6. Native Ale

The Six Beers of Xmas #5: New Glarus Uff-da Bock

As if I hadn’t reminded him lately that he has always been the best gift-giver on the face of the planet, The Korean Lover recently lugged an assorted six-pack of brews from the New Glarus Brewing Company all the way back from Wisconsin for my tasting pleasure. From now until Jesusmas, my tasting pleasure will become your tasting pleasure. Before this week, I’ve never had the opportunity to try their beers, but I’ve always heard good things about New Glarus Brewing. Their Wisconsin Belgian Red comes in at an impressive number 42 on BeerAdvocates top 100 beers list.

For those of you with connections to the upper-midwest, the phrase “Uff-da” is not an unfamiliar one. For those of you from the South, allow me to translate: “DAAAAAAAAANG.” The fifth beer in the series is a bock called Uff-da. The vitals …

Color: Dark brown, but very clear. Pours with a sandy head, lots of lacing.

Aroma: Roasted notes of coffee, chocolate, biscuits.

Flavor: The flavor is very large and robust, and mimics the aroma in its notes of roasted coffee and chocolate, but the malt bill leaves a clean finish. There is a minor bittering hop presence, but no hop flavor or aroma.

This has all the makings of an autumn session beer I could get used to, which is good and bad. It’s good because I could drink a few of these without wearing my mouth out. But it’s bad because, at a sneaky 7.3% ABV, drinking a few of these might leave me with more headaches and embarassing next day stories than I would prefer. I’ve read a few reviews that claim Uff-da’s flavor needs to be bigger and bolder for the style, but I’m inclined to disagree. Bocks are lagers and the sweet spot with lagers, for me anyway, is when they show off the brewmaster’s control over the process, not giant, crazy flavors. The fact that this beer is dark brown, but still clear like a jewel, and that the flavor starts out large and complex but quickly wraps itself up and finishes cleanly, tells me that the brewer knew what the hell they were doing. And I never would have suspected this to be 7.3% ABV, so good on the brewer there too. I’m still a little more impressed with the Spotted Cow, but this one moves into the second slot on my arbitrary list.

In subjective order:
1. Spotted Cow
2. Uff-da
3. Staghorn
4. Fat Squirrel
5. Native Ale

The Six Beers of Xmas #3: New Glarus Staghorn Octoberfest

As if I hadn’t reminded him lately that he has always been the best gift-giver on the face of the planet, The Korean Lover recently lugged an assorted six-pack of brews from the New Glarus Brewing Company all the way back from Wisconsin for my tasting pleasure. From now until Jesusmas, my tasting pleasure will become your tasting pleasure. Before this week, I’ve never had the opportunity to try their beers, but I’ve always heard good things about New Glarus Brewing. Their Wisconsin Belgian Red comes in at an impressive number 42 on BeerAdvocates top 100 beers list.

I have to say, I really like New Glarus’ packaging. The labels are printed on non-glossy, off-white paper with only a couple colors of ink, and they’re a little bit crooked, giving the whole presentation a earthy, craft feel. All this means is that I don’t mind the bottle being near while I’m drinking the beer. Usually, I’m all like, “Don’t you fucking look at me.”

The Staghorn Octoberfest is the third beer on the list, and it is also the third beer on the list to claim two different styles. The label says Octoberfest. Fair enough. But the side of the label, where New Glarus pitches their beer, they refer to it as “Wisconsin’s Real Red.” Well, which is it? Is it an Octoberfest, or is it a Red? (Not that I base the quality of a beer on its adherence to BJCP or AHA style, I just think New Glarus’ persistent non-conformity is noteworthy.)

Staghorn is definitely amber/red in color, quite clear for an Octoberfest, and pours with a tight, thin head. You could almost mistake this for a lighter-bodied barleywine, but that would be unfortunate, because light-bodied barleywines are stupid. The aroma is rich and sweet. When I closed my eyes I saw a caramel-coated apple. I haven’t even had any beer yet and I see candy when I close my eyes. Very little hop aroma if any, which allows the caramel aromas to come through.

The taste is robust, malty, and sweet, with less roasted flavor than I was expecting based on the color and the Fat Squirrel from last night. Hops are almost undetectable, and the finish is very clean save a small amount of tannins and acidity. A shorter mash might fix the tannins, but what the fuck do I know? This beer is simple and clean and tastes like people from the midwest sound when they talk. The mouthfeel was a little thin by the end, but that might be because I’ve taken to drinking everything out of a bourgeoise snifter.

If I had to put the beers of Xmas I’ve had so far in some sort of arbitrary ranking it would look like this:

1. Spotted Cow
2. Staghorn
3. Fat Squirrel