No description, apart from the brief listing on their on-site menu, which indicates DDH Pale Ale. First of three I had at the 10th Street taproom this afternoon, on my 45th birthday. (And if you’re sitting there thinking, “Shit…he made it to 45?”, well, I’m right there with you.) This one is like being smacked in the mouth with a fruit mash-up of oranges and peaches. Off-putting at first, but it mellows out as it warms up. Not the best thing I’ve ever had from 18th Street, but light years from bad.
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