624. Little Kings (Cincinnati, OH) - Cream Ale

I seem to remember being a young child once, and that my uncle from California did not come around much. When he did, and he came to our house (double down on the “did not come around much”), I seem to recall that he sometimes brought six of these to share with my dad. I might be misremembering that; but there are very few people left alive on Earth who could say for sure that I am. Regardless, my dad and my uncle both enjoyed beer; and I am almost positive that this is one they enjoyed together at some time in the past. I’ve always sort of wanted to try one, so here we are; and it tastes just fine, though with all of the memories kicking around in the background of it, I would probably dote on it even if it tasted like cat piss. (It does not.)