First off, I need to get this off my chest. It kills me when people on Beer Advocate say things along the lines of “this is pretty full flavored for a Lager” or “nice body…for a Lager.” What the hell Lagers are these people drinking? Now anyone who has followed me here for even a short time knows that I’m a long time hop head and always come back to IPA’s and more and more APAs, but in no way do I find that other styles consistently lack flavor or body. I love beer and I try everything I can get my hands on. Some styles tend to not do it for me. Some are so funky that I just chalk ‘em up to experience. And, yes, I have come across a dud or two. But for the most part, there are fantastic brews all along the beer journey. And that absolutely, 100% includes Lagers. Not to mention, the term Lager covers as large of a gamut as the term Ale does (I know, ghost of Carlin, then why did I mention it…) I swear, some of these guys and gals on BA only know how to enjoy big hoppy ales.
Okay, enough soap boxing for today. I’m gonna tell you about this beer now. Moad Brewery’s Rocket Bike American Lager is a fine example of the style. It’s an Amber Lager in both color and character. It pours a rich cherry-amber topped with a resilient eggshell head that takes quite a while to dissipate and leaves gossamer like lace behind as it does. Ocular intoxication? Meh, not quite, but definitely a sexy glass of beer (how ‘bout that Free State glass, my Kansas friends?) The nose is rich, malty and full of grains. Some herbal notes and a slight grassy hop note shine through, along with some spicy, almost rye like notes. The mouth-feel is chewy and delivers flavors of rich bready malts, toast, caramel. A slight fruity note, cherry maybe, surfaces after some warming in the hands. The fiinish is just a little sticky and spicy grains linger long enough to keep this from being a chugger.
This is the second canned brew I’ve had from Moab Brewery and so far I love their stuff. I’ve been to the brewery a couple times and don’t remember being blown away. But it’s been a couple years and I think maybe at the time I was still myself not quite ready to dig beers that were anything less than huge. I’ll definitely be going back the next time I’m in Moab.