a month of beer – day three (Manny’s Pale Ale)

Now this was a change of pace from the Baron Black. It was sweet and light and wheaty, so delicate it didn’t even need the optional lemon of your hefeweissens. Ah, just openly yeasty goodness. I like a light-colored beer more than somewhat, the brightness of flavor always inclined to cheer a lass. I had it in the same bar, also with no food, and also with the same lustful glutton of a companion (who was downing Rat City, one of Seattle’s overly numerous mega-hoppy IPAS). It was a pleasing way to start or end any evening. I would term it a lovely midsummer sort of ale, or perhaps something to drink on a sunlit winter day, as you like it.

I give it eight monks out of ten.