text: That was his cue, it was time to pull in his line. He was empty handed today, the fish just weren’t biting. So much for a fresh meal. He’d be stuck with the normal dreck. He quickly packed up his pole and equipment, and headed back to work. Somebody had to pilot this coal barge.
  It was 1913. Though he had been in the U.S. for a few years, none of his coworkers knew, or cared to learn, how to pronounce his name. As he was always fishing during his down time, they just called him “Fisher Man.” He didn’t mind, in fact he liked it. When WWI broke out a year later, he especially liked it. In an effort of self preservation he changed his last name from Vanderhaide, yep that’s a German name, to Fisherman.
  This Vanderhaide turned Fisherman was my great grandfather. Fisherman was shortened by my grandparents to Fischer, and that my friends is the short version of how my last name came be.
  “Uh, okay Brandon, interesting story, I suppose, but what the hell does it have to do with the Urban Chestnut Stammtisch?”
  With every sip of this beer, I couldn’t get over how much I was enjoying it. The appearance is nice, a transparent golden hue with a slight white head. The foam resting atop the beer like fresh snow atop a lake. Pretty but nothing extraordinary. The taste kept getting to me. The front of the beer is mellow and inviting, leading into the body or middle of the beer, which has this amazing bite of flavor to it. Then the finish cleans up light and crisp, just drawing me back in for more. What was so special about this classic German-Style pilsner that I was enjoying so much?
  “Stammtisch is an informal group meeting held on a regular basis – more directly translating to ‘table for regulars’. Our Stammtisch was brewed to celebrate this idea of community and socializing. It’s a traditional German pilsner featuring a blend of Hallertau and Strisselspalt hops, and we think it’s the perfect accompaniment to any friendly gathering.”
  Something clicked and I thought of my great grandfather and my other German ancestors. Surely they had sat at a Stammtisch and enjoyed a refreshing flavorful German-style Pilsner. If they were anything like I am, they had done that often. Maybe, just maybe, I inherited from them a taste preference for this style of beer. Hell, it could just be that Urban Chestnut has yet again brewed an exceptionally well made beer. I like to think it is a combination of the two.
  Cheers to my great grandfather, the Vanderhaide turned Fisherman! I will always imagine he got to drink a pint of pilsner to go along with the normal dreck, after an unsuccessful afternoon fishing.