Why do basements and garages become the graveyard for random mugs, rugs, jackets and packing peanuts? Why do I have so many screwdrivers, a tire and enough old paint to redo the Sistine Chapel? 2012 is the year I begin to live more simply. Today was a HUGE step in the right direction.
After scrubbing the dirt off and considering burning the clothes I wore to clean, it's now time for a beer. I bought this one on a lark. There was something about the label that caught my eye...probably my favorite shade of green. And who doesn't like lager?
Cricket Hill Brewery hails from the East Coast -- New Jersey specifically. The East Coast lager went into my pint glass with an average head and surprising straw color. Maybe I've drank too much Yuengling lager, but I expected more color. If I were to create a beer scented scratch and sniff sticker, it would smell like East Coast lager. I can't explain it any other way. It just smells like beer. It's not a bad thing. Every once in awhile, even I just want a beer that isn't going to challenge my nose, taste buds or brain in some way.
It's easy drinking (4.2% ABV) with smooth malt flavors on the front and hops in the finish. But it doesn't finish as smooth as I'd like. In fact, it's leaving a weird flavor on my palate. I'll leave the New Jersey jokes alone.
Until tomorrow, folks. Time for some take out and a movie.