Beer Valley’s Highway to Ale
Can the hairy fuzz-spin of a bright yellow tennis ball barely graze the baseline and be counted as “good”? If it can, we should all drink this barleywine in celebration because things just got a little bit easier in all of our lives.
Glowing like the carmel skin of Maria Sharapova, Hwy-2-Ale goes down sweetly and lacks none of the sweetness of that fair-haired Russian. Growing up near Chernobyl (ahem, Чорнобиль—in Ukraine by the way), Sharapova is bound to display some sort of mutant powers that will inevitably blow men’s minds. It’s not without reason to assume that drinking this 10.5% ale might produce mutative qualities as well. And considering how teeter-totter balanced this drink tastes, it just might make you hallucinate a love-connection stare across the playground with that sultry, Red mistress.
Hwy-2 Ale also brings about visions of Highway 2 in Northern MN: a hopelessly boring and loathsome toil of a drive that encourages anyone on it to pull off and down several juicy pints. So save yerself from that hell. Close the windows. Damn yer soul in a comfy corner. Create a little “beer valley” in yer mouth and unleash a landslide of flavour and welcome some invasive alcohol in yer taste-bud ridden ecosystem. Repeat.