After alienating Germans in my previous post, I should probably make up and review one of their beers…or at least a take on one of their beer styles: Port City Oktoberfest. We grabbed a growler of it from Port City in Alexandria this weekend.
I am not as familiar with German beers and Oktoberfest as one with the last name Probst should be. But I think Oktoberfest originated in 1810 from some Bavarian prince’s wedding party, which was so f-ing epic that they have celebrated it annually for the past 200 years. And apparently it only gets cancelled when Germany has a massive cholera outbreak or when Germans are trying to conquer the world…which works out to like 12 percent of the time. Seriously, I did the math.
From what I know about Oktoberfest style beers, it seems that long ago the Germans, by law, weren’t allowed to brew during the summer…something about an increased risk of fire (I guess from all the book burnings) and spoilage. So, they would brew an arsch-load of beer in March (Marz, hence Marzen style beers) so they could store it in caves using the ice that would have otherwise melted by April (April, hence…April).
They apparently drank the beer over the summer, then during Oktoberfest polished off the remainder before brewing season started back up (apparently enough was left for Oktoberfest to make lederhosen seem like a good idea).
And this is all a testament to the orderliness and law-abiding nature of Germans. Because when you tell Americans not to make booze, you get this:
Taste: Port City’s Oktoberfest makes you want to nostalgically run and jump in a pile of dry, freshly-raked leaves (this is my first requirement for an Oktoberfest/Marzen beer). This beer pours amber in color, pretty clear, and with an impressive white head. If you stick your beak up close and take a huff, you can take in its pleasant and mild malty smell. As for the taste, it has an excellent malt character with an ever-so-slightly flirtatious sweetness. The finish is crisp and clean. I could drink it all day. All the hallmarks of a good Oktoberfest beer. Go pick up a growler before they run out.
Why one may not like it: You don’t like beer.
Next time: We drink lederhosen.