Brooklyn? It Doesn't Figure.

Clink!  That's my opening toast.  I'm supposed to be reviewing a book with this here brew, but I feel that I won't ever read a book that will match this beer.

My absolute favorite beer for the last year or so is Erdinger.  It's a wonderful Hefeweizen brew that I adore.  If I drank as much of it as I wanted to, I'd be a Heff myself.  I'm also prone to tinkling ice cubes in my Blanton's.  But until I'm wealthy, independently, or otherweizen, and find out that bourbon is the next Kale, it's not an every day thing.  

I figure I'd broaden my horizons here with another passion of mine, reading.  And I am currently reading something and chose a beer to go with it.  That's for the next post.  

I was in the grocery store yesterday and slowed down past the refrigerated beer section.  It's summer -  nearly an order from the solstice herself!  I hadn't tried the Brooklyn Summer Ale.  I have tried the standard Brooklyn when at a Mets game last year, which was a bit darker for me.  

Let me make this clear now....I'm not here to get beer tekkie on anyone.  Unless the Spirit moves me, I'm not going to break it down and tell you that I tasted not only the mulberry undertones of anything, or that I also taste what the ladybug stepped in that stood on the berry.  No offense to the girls in the know out there but that's my defense.  I'm a girl.  I'm a novice.  I'm Irish and that should be enough. This is solely my opinion and not to be taken as a professional guide.  (Haha!  As if!)

So the cheerful light blue packaging got to me, along with the fact that my mom is from Brooklyn.  Not that she was coming over to share any with me.  She hates beer.

I'm shocked at some of the reviews that I read on this beer actually.  Yes, I had to Google the beer to find out if it really should be what I thought it was. For me it was thin and flat with so little head.  I thought perhaps there was something wrong with it until I read the honest reviews.  Many of the other ones must have been exchanging ass kissing for favors or else someone had a cold when they consumed this beer.  

It's not the worst thing...it's quite drinkable, however, I was expecting something more....Brooklyn!  This beer has a Harvard accent.

If I were to read a book to this beer, it would be how to draw Stick Figures.  The only book that I could find to suffice is How to Draw Yoga Stick Figures.  

Granted, this blog is supposed to be about the actual reading of a book but this is where the taste buds went and the mind follows.  

See you next time with the beer AND the book.