Watch me get in trouble with this one.
I’ve been to New Orleans, but not the bayou country. Still I suspect that this beer captures that rough mix of saltiness and tall grasses. There’s a fresh spray of carbonation with each sip. What’s that? Some left a small bag of lemons in the boat.
Now it is Thanksgiving, and I picked out this bottle especially for my chief of the evening, my sister-in-law Cathy, whose dedicated a good chunk of her active life to ensuring the quality of North American waterways. Plus I like New Orleans, a lot, and the small cents that goes to saving a dedicated and delicate way of life, well, it is the least I could do. I mean, that the least. We could all do a little more.
But this is Abita, the first of this year’s, and I have to say that there is ultimate little…other than the lore of its homeland…that draws me to their brews. The early Abitas were at best ill-conceived. This SOS over comes that issue, but not enough to convince me of this brewery as yet.