Breakout Stout Brewed by Jailhouse Brewing Comapny - Hampton, Georgia
Break out of your routine with our robust blend of dark roasted malts.
Breakout Stout is a bold American Stout with a sturdy hop bitterness, a hint
of chocolate from chocolate malt and a pleasing finish. Breakout Stout
compliments desserts and lends a surprising depth when paired with savory
dishes. Malts - U.S. malted 2-row barley; caramel malt; chocolate malt;
roasted barley. Hops - Chinook and cascade. ABV: 7.8%. IBUs: 45.
Beer Review by Beer Advocate
Appearance: Pours a nice deep black, with just the thinnest of brown showing
through on the edges when held up to the light. There is one finger of tan head,
consisting of tiny bubbles, that lingers for a little while after the pour.
Aroma: Smells of dark chocolate, plums, raisins, and caramel. I wish I could say
that there was more roasted notes and toast in the nose, but it smells overly
Taste: Starts off roasty and sweet. The raisins and plum notes come though
nicely, but there is a nice helping of roasted malt and burnt toast as well. The
flavors that I wanted in the nose are coming though perfectly. The finish is
nice and sweet with a big burnt toast characteristic shining though in the end.
Mouthfeel: This is Full bodied beer. There is a sweet silkiness in the start
that lasts though the majority of the drink. But this beer finishes with plums
and a burnt toast.
Overall: I think this is a really solid stout. It's not huge in booze, or huge
in oppressive flavors. It's just right. After a long days work, I'd love relax
with a bottle of this. I'm really glad to have tried it.
The Story of Jailhouse Brewing
In August of 2008, an aspiring young brewer with big dreams and
neophyte confidence plunged head first into an adventure wrought
with stories of mountainous challenges, perilous doubt and the
occasional ghost story (more on that in a minute) determined to brew
the beer he loved and wanted to share with fellow beer-loving
brothers and sisters. If it weren't for the challenges posed, one
might speculate whether JailHouse Brewing Company would have ever
made it from paper and pen dreams to concrete and stainless steel
reality. You see, it's not the fear of failure or loss that drives
us, it's the fear of not trying.
The first step to becoming a jailbird is simple: Work next to an
old, rundown city jail that happens to be for sale and buy the darn
thing. That, or you could go out and get arrested, but I prefer my
way. Now, since you are financially bound to said jail consider
yourself a jailbird.
The second step to becoming a jailbird, in the JailHouse Brewing
sense, involves learning a little science, chemistry, and
engineering (I like to think of it as MacGyver-like engineering).
Luckily there are schools that will happily teach you these
things-even ones that are strictly about beer. My school of choice
was the American Brewer's Guild and a good choice it was.
The third and final step is securing the necessary instruments and
equipment to brew good beer, preferably equipment that is close by
and won't require a loan from August A. Busch IV to purchase.
All of these elements will not only make you a jailbird but will
also send you on your way to becoming part of a community that loves
its beer and is passionate about bringing people together over a
pint. You see, I know first hand. This is how I became a JailHouse
Some often tell me that the old Hampton Jailhouse was the overnight
home to many a drunken guest through the years. It seems only
fitting that beer is being brewed in this quaint little two-story
brick structure built in the 1920's. It's had its history as the
jail, fire station, courthouse, mason lodge, and last but not least
a sandwich shop that made those little sandwiches you can buy in gas
stations. You know the triangle packaged ones that have mystery meat
in them? Don't lie, you've had one. Today it is home to JailHouse
Brewing Company and we are brewing hand-crafted beer not punching
out license plates.
Renovation of the building began in August 2008. The building was in
major disrepair and needed to be, for lack of a better term, gutted.
There wasn't a window worth saving and the top floor had to be
removed and rebuilt. Once the walls were stripped back to the
original brick they were sealed and left to show off their rustic
There is speculation of a ghost living in the building. The story
goes his name is Old John and he is friendly. It was even told that
he had been locked up here a time or two for, you guessed it, public
drinking. I'll know who is responsible if things start moving
themselves or when a filtering session poses some problems. Of
course we can't blame that on the operator can we?