Winter has made its first visit to our area recently so I thought this would be an excellent time to review some fall brews. However, I have been a tad pokey due to my new job at Whole Foods, so we’ve had a second storm. Nevertheless, we have been enjoying those golden autumn days with warm temperatures and a nip in the night air. A lovely time for either of these brews
Classified as a Märzen lager, the Left Hand Oktoberfest is a brilliant copper with a long lasting sliver of foam in the glass. I sense aromas of slightly sweet grain on the nose with a corresponding taste and a slowly revealing hops aftertaste. This is a beer I could drink time and time again.
Geek stats available here-http://www.lefthandbrewing.com/beers/oktoberfest
Left Hand Brewing in Longmont, CO (where Mama and Papa Sala reside, as well as brother Mark) concocts a number of outstanding brews. And although the brewery is located near the St. Vrain Creek, Left Hand Creek is close by. Check them out at http://www.lefthandbrewing.com/
For those trivia buffs the brewery gets its name from the eminent Chief Niwot (Arapahoe for “left hand”). http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chief_Niwot
I was expecting another copper-hued beauty when I popped the cap on this one, I was surprised by how much darker it was than the LH Oktoberfest. Definitely within the range of porters. Brilliant color, with a short-lasting head, this is another ale with a nicely balanced aroma of toast and grain. Similar on the palate with a medium mouthfeel and a slightly less than average carbonation level, which I enjoyed.
Both of these brews would go well with roasted chicken, burgers, brats, or smoked cheeses, but are also quite enjoyable on their own.
Geek stats available at http://www.breckbrew.com/brews/autumn-ale
BB’s general website at http://www.breckbrew.com/
And for those dedicated readers, the Angel’s Share is STILL in the refrigerator.
P.S. I happened to be sofa shopping (or as I like to say “on a forced march”) and stopped in at Gordon Biersch. I tried their Oktoberfest and it was bland, bland, bland. Towing the franchise bottom line makes for substandard beer.