BONUS REVIEW: Two Brothers Edel’s Weiss Beer, Because I Have Been Slippin.

I loved Two Brother’s Askew and I want to show this brewery some moar love, so here’s a bonus review, strictly for the haters. Two chains, coupe the color of mayonnaise.

Not my favorite style, but when it is 95 degrees, you go back to your roots.

Two Brothers Edel’s Weiss Beer, Hefeweisen, 4.9%

A: This has an uncommonly radiant profile to it. The yellow are crisp and inviting, like that VICs vapor rub mask, you can’t seem to shake the impression it leaves. Mild lacing and almost no carbonation.

S: This is where this beer shines to an incredible degree. The nose is full of banana, clove, lemon, and funky Belgian yeasts. It comes across with an almost dunkelweizen character, but wow, still very impressive.

T: Sadly, the banana and clove is largely lost. You get some banana but mostly orange in the taste and a sort of biscuity, crackery sort of foaminess taste to it. It doesn’t necessarily blow me away, but it is refreshing and a bit of acidic maltiness goes a long way.

M: The mouthfeel has a light coating that agitates into a big foamy frothiness like a Belgian wheat latte. The lingering Belgian yeast has this cool spiciness to it that reminds me of a weak saison. It’s like Minkus from Boy Meets World, it’s only there for a bit, but its complex and interesting until it abruptly leaves.

D: This is an incredibly drinkable beer and, assuming it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, I am sure it will keep Midwest people happy living in their sad, square states. Maybe if we shipped a few cases of this to Ohio, they would refrain from sending to LA every single fashion student and dude who learned Everlong on the accoustic guitar. We can only hope.

When the heat is on, you can’t believe your mouth after having this.


Two Brothers, Askew, Sour/American Wild Ale

Those Brothers, A bit Askew

Askew, Two Brothers Sour, As Bitter as Jaleel White when Family Matters was cancelled.

A: hazy orange with murky carbonation bright yellowing at the edges ample lacing. I could use some more victorian lacing to sip on with Mrs. Dalloway but, to each his own.

S: lots of wine acidity and funk with tart white grape and sour apple some melted sour patch kids cherry smell, its like a 28 year old mom, drunk, seeing CARS 2, with her 10 year old kid. Happens far too often.

T: huge dry tartness that overrides all fruit notes with a bitter souring probably one of the sourest wilds that I have had some cherry and grapefruit notes emerge but the huge acidity and Pickering profile dominates. Imagine a highbrow Bolivian who was a viticulturist in the old country and now, works at Arby’s.

M very thin with minimal coating or lacing huge drying effect but a solid middle body it gets better when it warms up the tartness is more mellow it feels like it needs to be aged for a year or two to mellow out the acerbic aggression. You want to believe all those 2am emails that it will change, but you know the truth.

D: very drinkable surprisingly given it’s hostile initial stance I wish that this were more accessible it’s a great take on the sour and pushes the tart fruits to the limits. My sour hole is all expanded.

Narrative: Mr. Billingsly watched the teenagers file into his classroom lazily, each swinging their Geometry books without regard. “Look at them, each one of them no respect for Euclidian postulates, just going through the damn motions.” He stared down his brow and tapped his fingers disapprovingly and waited for them to take their seats. Things weren’t the same for Old Mr. Billingsley since his brother died. It was his roommate, his best friend, and his basic grasp on common courtesy. “Come on now, this is 3rd period, not the entire afternoon, let’s have a SEAT!” The adolescents shifted nervously in their seats and watched him draw a circle on the board. His sour disposition eyed them with scorn “THIS, is circle, but it is not a PERFECT CIRCLE, that doesn’t EXIST!” One student coughed, “OH what’s that? You have an objection to my statement?” “No Mr. Billingsly, I just…you…I mean” Mr. B’s face developed into a tart scowl, his teeth slightly ground upon one another, “THERE IS NO PERFECT CIRCLE” This would be a long sour year of Geometry.