I asked my husband, “Hey, how’s the Strawberry Wheat?”
“It’s good. You’ve had it. We took a case on vacation one year.”
He continues, “Yeah, don’t you remember? My brother R– drank half of it.”
“God your brothers are bastards about beer. I kept telling my sister to buy plenty of cases for the wedding. Although, in R–‘s defense, he does have high altitude training.”
We discussed the drinking habits of our families for minute before I wandered back inside (I can’t remember why, but this conversation took place between the house and the garage).
A day later, I had a Strawberry Wheat, and indeed, I did recall it’s pleasant flavor. It’s less… yeasty tasting that something like an Oberon, clean and fresh and strawberry. Not sweet either. Not saccharine or overbearing. It’s proportions are just right. Delicious, but really, only one of four tasty beer.
It was the Milk Stout, a strong smokey beer from which light does not escape, that attracted my husband’s eye. It was part of xmas beer exchange they’d done at work. It makes Guinness look like a lady.
The Amish Four Grain Pale Ale is tasty and caramel, tempered by the flavor of the hops. I think it might be my favorite. It has a little smokiness to it, some bitterness. Mm… I might need another to describe it properly (I like a beer around 11, maybe another if I feel like getting tipsy).
Oddly enough, as much as I, and your average beer snob, loves IPAs, the Hop Hog is the least impressive (although if memory serves me, this beer is spectacular on draft). It’s not that it’s a bad beer, it’s just that all the other beers are really good. Not that you’re going to neglect it while drinking the other three, trust me, it’s tasty.
Bonus: Lancaster Brewing Company uses these heavy ass brown bottles. If I was in a bar fight, I’d reach for a Lancaster before a Yuengling any day.