With everyone in the Northeast waiting to see if Hurricane Sandy delivers true calamity, I thought the time would be right tonight for me to try out a disaster-themed beer. I chose the Edmund Fitzgerald porter, from the Great Lakes Brewing Company.
My 6 pack of Edmund Fitzgerald was left to cool safely on my back porch on a misty pre-hurricane twilight before consumption. Opening the bottle brought no great crack of sound, nor any whiff of destiny for my nose. Sipping it as I write, I find myself able to go for many minutes before remembering the bottle on my desk. This brew does not begin to plumb the depths of beer. It’s good, but there’s nothing remarkable about it. It numbs my teeth more than it stimulates my tongue.
I will say that, toward the end of the bottle, all of a sudden, a nice warm glow fills my mouth, with a touch of sweetness to it. It’s nice. It’s okay. It’s a warming sensation for a cold and stormy season. But, is this sensation enough to motivate me to get another 6 pack when this one is through?