As the rest of the AP staff was preparing to feed the masses filling up East Broadway on St. Patrick’s Day, I was hopping into the backseat of a rental car with a few other city mice from my alma mater, Northeastern University, and heading to Hardwick, MA to nibble on some cheese at Robinson Farm. Continue reading
Remember visiting your grandparents’ or great-grandparents’ home? Exploring the dark, dank basement, the heater hissing like a demon? This is just how brewer Tyler Guilmette remembers visiting his great-grandfather’s house in Vermont. He later found himself home-brewing out of a similar environment, no longer feeling the dread of walking down the dark staircase but instead descending into a habitat perfect for brewing beer. It’s funny that 80 years apart, Tyler has found himself brewing in a similar basement as his great-grandfather Jack used to, unbeknownst to Tyler at the time.
As an homage to his family connection with brewing, Tyler, the true brewmaster of Brewmaster Jack, named the company for his great-grandfather. At 25 years young, Tyler is now brewing, marketing and distributing his beer around New England. Though he acknowledges that he has a lot to learn, Tyler uses the skill sets of his generation—single, no kids, no mortgage—to put his all into Brewmaster Jack. Continue reading