Announcements

  • Get your brews ready and your palates cleansed for the third annual SCH-ABC! Entrants, judges, and stewards are all encouraged to participate, and remember, EVERY BEER COUNTS. Last year's EPHY came down to the SCH-ABC Best of Show table, and we expect another close race this year.

    Details available on the SCH-ABC page!

  • It's official: this year's Group Brew will be a classic Maibock! Still working on the details on the whole roasted pig, but either way it will be a fun afternoon for all.

H-Dog Brewery

H-Dog Brewery - Stan Belkowski, Brewer

About the Brewery: The first beer rolled out of my brewery in the fall of 1987. At that time the brewery was without a name and without a name it had no purpose, no direction and no driving force.

Over the years many memorable brews were created having
substantial parties associated with them. One of the most famous was the evolution of the "Drink a Mole" club sparked by the brewing of Avagadro's Ale. Somewhere in Manyunk there is a list of inexplicable names scrawled on a wall in a basement whose purpose will only be understood by a few very drunk individuals.

Despite the many great brews and even greater parties there was still a missing factor: the brewery's name. It wasn't until a summer barbeque with family and friends that the dilemma of the brewery's missing name was solved.

The kids had played until they dropped and the dog had run with reckless abandon all day long. When everyone had gone, I began to gather up the empties that had been strewn around the deck and patio. Though inebriated, I thought it would be nice to have just one more beer while I cleaned up the grounds a bit. I opened the cooler….nothing. I checked the refrigerator…nothing. In utter disbelief I walked down to the bar fridge…nothing!!! Even the Sky Box was empty! The beer was gone.

Having forgotten my task, I stumbled out to the back porch, slumped on the swing and said to my dog, who was trying to absorb every drop of coolness from the patio, “Empties, empties everywhere and not a drop to drink.” I wax (or is it wane?) poetic after drinking all day in the hot summer sun. As if the dog understood the sadness emanating from his master, he rose to his feet and leapt from the porch. With speed like that of a canine Hermes, he ran to the end of the yard. All of a sudden the dog froze. His right front foot stalled briefly in mid air as he settled into his point. The tail waved ever so slightly, as if it were a flag in a soft summer breeze. Was it a bird? Was it squirrel? No. It was a lone beer, barely afloat in the log (yes, it looks like an actual log) cooler. When I saw the beer, it seemed to laugh at me. How could I have forgotten about the spare cooler at the horseshoe pits? I ran down the hill toward the horseshoe pits yelling, “Good dog! Good dog!” As I opened the beer, the first star broke through the sky. I rested my hand on top of the dog’s head and realized what a good bird/beer lovin’ dog I had. I named my brewery after my dog Hunter, so I would never forget how he pulled me out of that dry well so that I might quench my dry, cotton mouth on the last beer of the party.

Brews:

  • Alias Ale (Amber)*
  • Neisse-Oder SB*
  • Winner Wheat
  • Hunter's Red October*
  • Mad Monk Russian Imperial Stout
  • Somnambulator Dopplebock*
  • Backporch Brown Mild*
  • DeKloninck Belgian Pale Ale

*Award Winner