If you can't get the malty good stuff my neighbor makes, or the excellent porter from my son-in-law's basement brewery, try the Marzen from the Leinenkugel family plant up in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. A six-pack came my way as a gift last week. It's new to me, and I'm impressed.
It's a middling-dark brew in the light heavyweight class that feels substantial on the tongue. Comfortable in the mouth, you might say, and I think that's because the Leinenkugels have learned restraint with hops.
Leading to my morning rant. Brewers of the world: You can not improve mediocre beer by tripling the hops. (I'm thinking mainly of Sam Adams here.)
I omit discussion of those who train the horse to go in a brown bottle, toss in some cherry syrup or lemon peels, and call their ad agency.
Try some Spoetzl beers from Shiner, Texas. I'm partial to the Bock.
ReplyDeleteI wonder if it gets this far north? But thanks, and I'll keep an eye pen for it.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you were a beer drinker!
ReplyDeleteNot so much anymore. although I stand proud of a few quaffing titles in my youth. :)
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