The same friends that just returned from England and introduced me to Strongbow also lugged back a bottle of this for sampling. They had popped into a Whole Foods while in London and the chap working in the beer section had told them that this was his favorite beer*. Thus they bought a bottle and threw it in their suitcase, smuggling this contraband all the way back to “The States.” I love when foreigners refer to America as “The States.” I’m not sure why. I just love how it sounds in a foreign accent. Conversely, I hate when an American starts calling this country “The States.” It’s clear they affect that eccentricity because they think of themselves as very European and cosmopolitan and probably use terms such as “imperialistic” and “jingoistic” when referring to our great land and it’s people. They are also probably the kind of panty wastes that pretend they’re from Canada when backpacking through Europe. I hate those people.
I was excited upon seeing this beer’s label classifying it as a strong ale. But then I saw it was only 4.1% ABV. What gives? In America, our strong ales will kick your ass around ten different ways. Even the “weaker” strong ales are usually in the 7% range while most push well toward the double-digit plateau. Yet, this “strong” ale is almost weaker than a Shirley Temple. What exactly is considered a weak ale by these same standards? Filtered water with a lime twist?
Any how, the beer has a nice little bitter taste and some decent hops. Somewhat complex the more you drink it. Decent, but nothing special. Not sure I would drink it again.
*Though they later suspected that maybe he was simply recommending a weak beer to some pussy Americans due to their already stated proclivity for cider.