Slingshot? For those of you biblically inclined you may be thinking of young David’s weapon of choice.* However in this case slingshot does not refer to Goliath’s demise but is in fact another Gateway tribute to a local landmark, a run at the Laurentian Ski Hill. Some frosty après ski suds on a hot summer night seemed to be a middle of the strike zone pitch (an easy call). Popping and pouring in progress.
A golden pour, with my beer glass suffering the night sweats. No snow on the hill, not in this heat. Aroma of juiciness and hoppiness combined, let’s see if we can pull a win-win out of this combo. Ironically, despite a chilled glass and proper beer fridge storage this brew is not as frosty as it’s ski hill namesake would imply. It has a full fruit body and hoppy bitters, not in sequence but all mashed together. The fruit is actually a bit aggressive, some would say harsh, and what comes out the end is a bitter aftertaste. Juicy with bitters instead of juice, then bitters. It’s juicy bitters and it sorta works and sorta doesn’t if you know what I mean.**
But wait. I happened to come upon some left over popcorn from the grandkid’s movie night. You know, the remnants in the bag that they are too busy watching the Disney channel to dig out. And lo and behold the sad sack salty snack saves the suds sampling, sort of. For some reason beyond comprehension, logic or any form of knowledge acquisition, popcorn seems to go well with this brew and cuts the bitters down to size. Mystery of mysteries. *** What it comes down to is to do it justice this brew needs to be icy cold like the ski hill scene on the can, and served with a salty snack.
Solo it was a no show, but it staged a salty snack comeback.
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