Several weeks back, I ran across Off KILT er Scottish Ale from Olde Maine Brewing Company, from Ames, Iowa.
“Yipee!” I cried.
I’m not an impulse buyer, but I bought some on the spot. You see, I’d been subliminally planning to buy beer from an Iowa brewery the moment I saw it. So it really was a well thought out purchase. Since according to Thoreau, “A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone,” I resisted also picking up the Long Face Amber Ale. Another day.
I like the Scottish Stylie, so was happy to check this one out. It pours an attractive amber hue, with a lazy head that doesn’t stick around. The aroma and flavor cast toast, faint caramel and wisps of smoke in a malt forward drinkable brew.
Since trying it, I’ve read a few negative reviews, but I prefer the bottle in front of me to a frontal lobotomy. Some reviewers like looking for flaws. I like finding what a style might be, rather than what I’ve decided or have been told that it is. I haven’t had homebrews or commercial brews made by the grumpy non-beer advocating Beer Advocate whose reviews I perused. They might really know what they’re talking about, but they don’t have to be so pious about it. Or they might be full of themselves. But really, I think this is decent for the style.
People who are no fun: pious people, grumpy people, people full of themselves.
Drink the beer in your glass and decide if you like it. I hope you like it. I’ll drink more Off KILT er. The bottles I have had were just fine.
For the sake of balance, how about I be grumpy for a moment?
Freaking distrubutors! So I thought to myself, I’d like to have another Iowa beer option at my restaurant. Turns out Olde Main’s using the same lame distributor Raccoon River is. I approached them about this beer, which they knew nothing about. This didn’t surprise me, but they said they’d look into it. After five weeks of “waiting on a phone call” or “not to sure of the status of that one,” I decided to go to the source.
Jeff, the brewer, had beer in my hands within three days. On the next day, the distributor calls to tell me he’s got beer for me. “I have beer,” said I. A little time elapses, and Distributor Guy pesters me about ordering the beer he worked hard for, since no one else in my area’s selling it. I’ll order it and sell it.
But I’m annoyed that this guy has no intention of trying to place this beer elsewhere, as is his job. It’s the same thing with the Raccoon River beers. They’re making no effort to sell beers they’ve contracted to sell. In fact, they put up road blocks for those who ask for them. Troubling and off-pissing. And I’m not even the brewer. I had to involve the brewers both times. Bad. Lame. Crappy.
Good beer though. Try it if you can find it.