Hot sunny afternoon, BBQ is fired up, a brew is in a chilled glass and tunes are on the deck. It’s griller time. My BBQ deck is the one place in the world where I am king, the last bastion of cranky old men drinking beer everywhere. Unless of course it’s a very expensive cut of meat that the missus can’t trust me not too scorch instead of sear, then the Queen with a capital Q takes over. But I am flippin’ the bird today (grilling chicken) so today the BBQ deck is my kingdom, my domain, my sanctuary. It also happens to be within a few steps of my beer fridge. Coincidence, I think not.
On such a sunny day I thought a Lake of Bays Day Dreamin’ tropical fruit pale ale sounded like the ticket to Clarksville**, so I popped that can and poured that puppy. It poured as bright as a mensa candidate, with a head on its shoulders to match it’s keen intellect. A bit hazy, possibly from having overthought the situation. A fruit forward aroma for sure, what kind of fruit you ask. Every kind. A tropical fruit salad that would make Jimmy Buffet proud. Grilling that chicken resulted in a powerful thirst so this very easy drinking pale ale, frosty cold, hit the proverbial spot. Fruit in abundance with hoppiness and bitters banished to less tropical IPAs. This brew must be ice cold on a hot day to do it, or me, justice. It was the right beer at the right time.
Lake of Bays tells us that Day Dreamin’ is about being excited to travel again, I assume to Niagara Falls or Vegas or some other exotic destination. My travel plans involved a short jaunt from the BBQ deck to the beer fridge, no passport required.
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