a month of beer– day nine, Dead Guy Ale

Ah, Oregon, they are so very much fun with their crazy beer-making selves and all. I finally broke down and grabbed up a large-sized 22oz Dead Guy Ale. I liked the picture on the bottle. It’s strong, with a slightly wheaten and sweet start. Alas, the sweet fades as you wander on down to the bottom of the bottle, but I could so easily get to be friends with this beer anyhow. I poured off at intervals into a pint glass rather than chugging from the massive bottle. To my girlie beer-drinking taste buds, it is like a pilsner with beef on the back, strong as an ale, but with a certain lightness you don’t always get with them. I like the allurement of introductory sweetness that remains an elusive memory as one continues sipping.

A fascinating side trip, seven round-bellied monks out of ten.