WHAT? Alaskan Brewing’s Smoked Porter.
WHERE? Dexter’s Pub.
WHAT’S IT LIKE? Well, it’s really fucking smokey. That I can tell you right off the bat. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but as I am continuing to guzzle towards the bottom of my goblet, I am finding the flavor a bit less offensive.
“OFFENSIVE?” That was a poor choice of words, probably.
YOU’RE NOT REALLY MAKING ANY SENSE. I know. I drank too much last night. I was celebrating. My brain still feels as though it’s been pickled in Bulleit Rye.
CAN WE GET BACK TO THE REVIEW PLEASE? Okay. Jeez.
DO YOU LIKE THE BEER OR WHAT? I…do? Actually, let me put it this way: I would easily recommend this brew without guilt or apprehension. It’s a good beer. But I’m not sure if it’s my thing. I generally really like smoked beers, but this one is a bit dry for my taste buddies. I typically dig on porters that are more robust in their flavor. But that’s just me.
ABV? 6.4, which is getting away from session beer territory. But this isn’t really a beer you’d want more than a couple of in one sitting. Or maybe you would. I dunno.
DEEP THOUGHTS? There is a man sitting next to me who is embarking on ‘The Summer of Joe’ as of ten minutes ago. I can only imagine his name is Joe. His wife is evidently out of town for three weeks. I’m not sure what this so-called ‘Summer of Joe’ entails exactly, but please keep him in your thoughts as he begins his adventure, ball and chain free.
OLIVE JUICE. Olive juice you too, Voice Inside My Head.