So let's say you're looking for a beer to bring to your friend's house for dinner and you see a beer with your friend's name on it. That's pretty much a requisite buy, right? And what if the guy on the label is waist-deep in a pond the way your friend was once waist-deep in the willow marsh at the base of Mt. Bierstadt ("Beer City"), that'd pretty much make it more than requisite. It'd make it criminal not to buy it, no matter the style, and if you didn't like it, you'd just say, "Well, I had to buy it." And if it were monastic themed and you were going to watch Secret of the Kells, it'd have to be fate and nobody here wants to mess with fate. I've seen that go down and I don't want to be putting my eyes out by the end of the evening.
So, anyhow, I actually liked this pretty well. Yeast, malt, hops all make their presence known. I've read reviews that say this one is too hoppy, but that's probably why I liked it better than many Belgian-styles I've tried. On the strongish side, but the alcohol doesn't show beneath the other flavors.
Great post. I wish I could have been there.
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