This weekend, I embarked on a roadtrip to the home of Spider-man, Daredevil, and a whole host of other superheroes. New York City welcomed us with open arms and a shitload of tolls. The grand plan for this trip was to see Paint It Black play at the music hall of williamsburg saturday night. We did, and it was an incredible experience. They are phenomenal. Afterward however, we wanted to get some beers, as it’s about 6.2 billion dollars for a pint of beer there. So we set out for a cool little bar called Barcade, which I would love to recommend, but we couldn’t stomach the crowd so we left. We got back to our gracious host’s neighorhood, and purchased a 6′er of the local favorite, Brooklyn Lager. Now, maybe I was far too tired, or far too dehydrated, but I’ll be damned if that wasn’t the best lager I’ve ever had. It had some mild hop character, an uncommon feat at best within lagers, and it was everything I wanted from a beer right then: cold, wet, and refreshing. Add to that the surprise of hop flavor, and even a small amount of malt, and that was a recipe for great success. For that first beer, I was in heaven. Within about 36 seconds, the fact that I’d slept less than 2.5 hours of the last 45 or so caught up with me and immediately drained me of all coherent thought as I gazed dreamily upon the couch. Was brooklyn lager the best beer I’ve ever had? Certainly not. Was it the best lager? Also, probably not. But this is one hell of a beer to drink after you’ve been going for 2 days non-stop and you’re tired, hot, and dehydrated.

7/10

-brian!