On tap at Andy’s Corner Bar, coppery medium-bodied Belgian pale ale compares favorably to easygoing session lager. But grassy-hopped corn-maize astringency drags down blue-collar mediocrity. Dry rye wheat urging and wispy baguette toasting moderate musty fungi earthiness, allowing light honeyed creaminess to sweeten wavering raisin-breaded quince-pear fruiting. Nastily skunked canned version picked up sour malt liquor solvency and rancid cider derivation – an unfathomable drain pour way worse than draught option.
