After reviewing a parade of lights that would make Christmas Salt Lake City jealous, it was time for some serious suds. An elevated ABV with a full malt assault was required. Yes, it was time to bock the trend and do some summertime Oktoberfesting. The fine folks at Sawdust City ask the perennial question that us cranky old men ask on a regular basis, sometimes several times a day, “you know what really gets my goat?”. Sometimes the query is presented as “you know what really burns my ass” or occasionally from the more verbose COM among us with a background in mechanical engineering we hear “you know what really turns my crank counterclockwise”. Regardless of how it’s phrased, paraphrased, or word played, the sentiment is still the same. So, to the SC team let me assure you, the COM are with you on this one.
But one thing that really grinds my gears is when those egghead editors start turning prose into pulp. It seems the Sawdust City crew, just like the reviewers at COMDB, are victim to just that type of editing. The brew description on the can has words like “dangnammit” and “fiddlesticks”. Or “sheesh”. How about “gosh darn”. These are words and phrases I can safely say that none of the COM have ever used in their long and unillustrious careers, and I’m sure (not just pretty sure) that my old man never talked like that either, not even in front of the kids. The on the can curse cutting can only be the work of a milquetoast editor hellbent on sanitizing some spicy sayings. * Lucky for me that they can’t edit the beer.
A lovely brown toffee coloured pour that makes you want to put on your lederhosen, get out the boot glass, and go oom-pah-pah. An aroma that is malty caramel. It smells substantial. First taste is a strong dominant malt caramel body, then this goat delivers a bit of a hoppy backend kick. A full mouthfeel, it’s almost creamy but not quite, smooth is a better description. This one is full flavoured tasty, malt forward and lightly hopped, giving the malt a bit of an edge.
Oktoberfest comes early this year! No buttons pushed here, cranks are turning clockwise, and the fly is still on the toilet seat. * In other words, great beer.
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