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La Capsule, 25 Rue des Trois Mollettes, Lille France
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In March of this year I took a short holiday in France, starting in Reims, famous for its champagne, and ending in Lille, which is currently known as France’s beer capital. The day after I visited the location in Reims where, in 1945, the Armistice that ended World War II was signed, I was due to arrive in Lille by train in the early afternoon. Unfortunately World War II, which we all thought was well over, intervened when an unexploded bomb was found on the tracks outside Gare du Nord and my connecting train was cancelled.
After a major detour around Paris, involving two Metro lines and another train, I finally reached Lille by evening. By that time I was quite hungry and desperately in need of a pint, so I took off from my AirB&B and walked around the corner and through the buzzing Friday night crowds to Bierbuik.
With a name that seems to translate as “beer belly", this brewpub offers a more atmospheric estaminet upstairs, but I was happy with the brightly-lit minimalist setting of the downstairs brewpub. I sat at a tall table and ordered a pint of the brewery’s IPA (7.0% ABV, Bierbuik, Lille, France) which was surprisingly the lowest ABV available in a pale ale. My server described it as a very fruity IPA, so I figured I’d give it a try. Brewed with Target and Cascade hops, this coppery golden IPA was actually quite good: bitter with a nice suggestion of pine resin, along with a very tasteful amount of European malt. The brewery’s beers are all based on hops from Mont des Cats, which is a small hill near the town of Gode Waersuelde in France. There’s an Abbaye up on Mont de Cats, so they also grow hops for the Trappist breweries. I like to think that the cats would add a special quality to the hops crops; but in this case, the derivation of "Cats" comes from Chatti, a Germanic tribe who lived in the area in the 5th century, and not our furry friends.
To tone down that high alcohol content a bit, I had an equally surprisingly good veggie burger, served with lovely little frites and proper Belgian-style mayo. Bierbuik’s website describes its menu items as 100% local street food, and along with burgers there are flamiches, meats marinated and cooked over a wood fire, salads, and waffles--in other words, a lot of Flemish-style dishes. It’s a really appealingly casual place.
The next day, after first finding an electronics shop where I could buy a replacement European USB charger for the one I stupidly left in Reims, I walked around exploring the city. And after spending some time checking out the uniquely interesting Notre-Dame-de-la-Treille Cathedral, I was pretty much ready to find a place for lunch and my first beer of the day. So I decided to check out Beerstro, and I'm really happy I did.
This gastropub features a bistro and bar inside, but it looked like most of the action was outside on the covered terrace. So I went out there and sat at a small tall table on the side. The person who seated me informed me that my table was Number 70, and the card sitting on my table that was printed with a large "70" was so that I could go serve myself whatever beer I’d like, and however much I wanted as well. Above the outside bar were six beer tap stations, with about eight more inside. Basically, the display on each station tells you the name of the beer, the ABV (designated with a degree sign in France), and a description in French of what the beer is like, along with symbols telling you just how strong, bitter, and sweet it is.
After taking a mini-tour around all of the options, I decided on the Poule Moulilée (6.5% ABV, Brasserie Tandem, Wambrechies, France), which was described as a very hoppy and aromatic blonde with a perfect balance. I took a glass, stuck my card into the slot under the description, and dispensed just as much as I wanted, which was about half a pint. Then, as I am a small eater, I just ordered a starter: the Gravlax with Espelette pepper, lime, and rum. My meal was unbelievably delicious: three thin strips of the tenderest, most gorgeous salmon gravlax, accompanied by a simple green salad dressed with the most heavenly vinaigrette-style dressing I’ve ever tasted, and that’s saying quite a lot. If this was an example of what the rest of the food is like, this is truly an amazing place.
My beer was really good, too, hoppy and perfect. In fact, I would happily have gone and poured myself some more; but the day was still young, and I had other fish to fry, so to speak, and other beers to sample. And I could easily pay my bill by scanning the QR code on the table, because it knew what table I was sitting at, so my beer and food were all there. Easy-peasy!
While I was busy rhapsodising, I noticed there was a table football game inside, and I was to see many more of these all around Lille. But on this sunny, mild day, the place to be was definitely out on the covered patio. And the large snake of hi-tech aluminium ducting that stretched across the ceiling made me think fondly of the 1985 film Brazil. I suppose it’s just a nostalgic association for me and my punk generation, not to mention my eclectic Unkletom.
Beerstro also offers bottled beers, and the simple cuisine is created using fresh local produce.
The next afternoon was sunny and temperate, so I decided to take a stroll around the Canal de la Moyenne-Deûle and the Quai du Wault. Unfortunately thousands of other people and their children all had the same idea, so it turned out to be a bit of a battle working my way through the throngs of bodies. By late afternoon I was getting hungry, so I decided to stop at Au Boudin Bar, because I'd read a review of the place that said it has good beer, and they do small plates. The place was very crowded and loud like a sports bar, and although there were quite a few beer taps over the bar, the bar staff didn’t speak any English at all. And I couldn’t see any sign of food anywhere. But it was obviously a very busy weekend day, not to mention the fact that a Lille-v-Montpellier football match was being broadcast on the screens (Lille won 1-0), so I suppose the emphasis at that moment was on serving lots of beer.
So I decided to just drink a pint and then find food elsewhere. The beer I chose was Queue de Charru Poegsteert Blonde (6.5% ABV, Brouwrij Vanuxeem, Comines-Warneton, Région Wallonne, Belgium). This was a bit sweet to my taste, but it was a good, proper Belgian blonde otherwise. When the TV in the room in which I was sitting was finally turned off, I’m assuming that the match had ended, because the bar immediately calmed down. And one thing I did like about the place were the classic car grills hanging here and there, and anything classic-car-related always appeals to me. The music, on the other hand, was very loud and frankly pretty crap. So if you’re visiting Lille I wouldn’t really recommend this place, unless you happen to be a 21-year-old male who loves getting pissed with his mates.
The first night I arrived in Lille, through a complete twist of fate which involved trying to find my AirB&B apartment’s lock box, I discovered a great little live-music bar only a few steps away. So later on that same night, after finding a place to have dinner, I decided to check out L’Intervalle Jazz Bar, where I ordered a glass of wine and enjoyed the evening’s jazz combo. It was such an enjoyable experience that I returned the next night to check out the very entertaining You Rascal Band, featuring an excellent sax and clarinet player, a great trumpet player who sings just like Louis Armstrong (with a French accent), and a very solid backing section. I started with one of the owner’s cocktail creations, which was quite nice. And then I finished the evening with a pint of Moulíns D’Ascq IPA (5.5% ABV, Brasserie Moulíns D’Ascq, Villeneuve-d’Ascq, France). This was a really nice modern IPA, not very Belgian, and perhaps a good example of what makes France now a world contender in craft beer brewing. It was dry and bitter with a bit of incense and smoke in the essence. It was very nice, and I could easily have had another pint, but sadly the band had finished playing for the night, as all good things must end.
L’Intervalle features all different types of live jazz, from swing and Django Reinhardt to bebop, Monk, New Orleans, experimental, chanson, Brazillian…but this is a beer column, not a music or food column, so I really shouldn't digress. But if you ever visit Lille and you like music, whether you drink beer, wine, or cocktails, this place is an absolute must.
On my last full day in Lille, I made a firm decision to find some proper moules et frites for lunch. As I was walking through town I was nearly tricked by the gastronomic allure of a West African restaurant--but then I slapped myself in the face, yanked myself away from the tempting menu displayed outside, and continued on in my quest. When I got to the square just opposite Lille-Flandres train station, I saw a couple of restaurants that I had on my list of potential beer-tasting venues. It was another nice day, and both beer gardens were packed with diners and drinkers, most of them obviously tourists. At first La Taverne Flamande struck me as a bit too Belgian in its appearance; but because I really wanted some mussels, combined with the fact that I was drawn in by two people in the garden who were dressed in bright jester costumes, I decided to try it.
I took a seat inside, in a cosy booth by the front door, so that I could enjoy a pleasant breeze and the sound of the crowds outside without having the bright sunlight cooking my skin to sun-cancer crispiness. I quickly perused the food menu, which featured a lot of fish and seafood, and then I settled on my goal: a bowl of moules marinière, which is the classic preparation of the dish, and also the first way I experienced them years ago. My mussels, which were tender and delicious, were served with excellent Belgian-style frites with homemade mayonnaise, along with a basket of fresh bread to dip in the mussel juices. To accompany all this I had a glass of JIPA (6.8% ABV, Brouwerij Huyghe, Melle, Belgium), which was very satisfactory. This beer was named for Joris, the master brewery who created it.
Obviously the front beer garden of La Taverne Flamande is the place to be on a sunny day, but the inside is pleasant as well: all brick walls, wood-vaulted arches, and plenty of Leffe and other Belgian beer decor everywhere, and the bar and espresso bar are in plain view. I ended up eating only half of the mussels, which was still a lot for me, so this would have been a perfect meal to share with one or two other people--or, more perfectly, 1.5 other persons. Or just one big eater. While I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch, I also enjoyed the good tunes that were playing--especially Muse’s “Uprising", which seems particularly appropriate to 2025 and the Republic of Donald).
On the afternoon of my final full day I decided to visit the Musée de L’Illusion, which was a bit of an illogical move on my part as a person travelling solo. But never mind, I did enjoy it, and I even managed to take a few photos of Myself with Me. When I had my fill of the museum, I walked through the Matisse Park and around to Hein Estaminet, another outpost of the Brique House Brewpub chain that I first discovered in Bordeaux last year. I was surprised to find that even though the Sunday afternoon was mild and very sunny, and this pub is situated between Lille’s two train stations, both the interior of the pub and the sunny front garden were completely empty. At first I thought it might be closed, but when I walked in, the woman behind the bar was friendly and welcoming. As I would be having more beer later, I decided on just a half of Shiny Hoppy (6.0% ABV, Wall of Brique, Bordeaux, France), the same beer I’d had at Brique House in Bordeaux, and it was nice and refreshing. I sat on one of the sofas by the large windows, with my back soaking up the warm sun. Just as I was getting ready to leave, some other people started to show up, including what appeared to be a family who proceeded to have a great time playing doubles at table football.
My half of Shiny was good; but it wasn’t until later that I noticed the “Experimental" menu. Seeing as how I was risking a 6% beer, I could have tried the Death Valley NEIPA (5.2%) or the Superdelic Wanderlust (6.5%), or even the Accord Blanche (5.0%). Oh well, perhaps there will be another time. Again the music being played, mostly African style, was really enjoyable.
When I walked back up toward the Old Town, I decided to check out Beer Square. I had first stopped here around noon a couple of days earlier, after walking through the nearby Cathedral. On that occasion I had intended to have a beer and one of their savoury waffles for lunch, but the place was crowded and there had been a very long queue at the bar. So as it was now a Sunday at 5:00 in the afternoon, the crowd looked much more manageable, and because of the sunshine most of them were sitting outside-- but I was quite content to be inside. I stood at the bar and scanned through the menu, and I told the barmaid that I’d like an IPA-type of beer that wasn’t too strong. She immediately pointed to the Vents Solairis, an Imperial double IPA, but she said that it was 8.0% ABV. She then pointed to Drunk, a NEIPA, but laughed that it was only 1.5% ABV. So I compromised and went for a pint of Bellerose NEIPA (6.5% ABV, Brasseries des Sources, Saint-Amand-les-Eaux, Haut-de-France), which was described as an Oatmeal NEIPA Florale ale. And it was really decent: hazy but with distinctly audible hops, and nicely bitter with suggestions of tropical fruits and citrus.
There’s an interesting story behind the brewery of my beer. Brasseries des Sources was originally called Brasserie des Amis Réunis, named after the filming of the movie Germinal. (I've never see the film, but I loved the book.) Apparently actors Gérard Depardieu, Renaud, Miou-Miou, Claude Berri, and Jean-Pierre Coffe all wanted to thank the people of the North with this brewery, and it’s currently the most awarded brewery in France.
I took my pint and sat at a tall table near the open door so that I could enjoy both the fresh air and the view. My stool was surprisingly comfy, and once again the music was great. And again the table football in the front corner was occupied with players leaping about aggressively and having loud and wonderful fun. Watching them reminded me of when, about ten years earlier, I was at a party hosted in Club 60, the secret underground club beneath Shalesmoor in Sheffield, and I recall playing with a friend at a table situated under one of the curved archways, and we were both leaping about and laughing wildly. It is a brilliantly fun game. I would love to have played it in Lille; but like table tennis, you can’t really play it by yourself. It’s like football being played with one side and not the other.
For my final beer in France on this trip, I stopped into La Capsule. This is a small place, basically a long bar on one side with stools and even under-the-counter hooks for coats, and there are a few little tables on the other side. I took a stool at the far end of the bar, as I was probably the only person in the place over 28 years of age, and I didn’t want to scare anybody. I told the barman I’d been drinking IPAs this afternoon but I felt like maybe a sour as my final Lille beer. So he gave me a taste of Shorba (4.2% ABV, Piggy Brewing Company, Liverdun, France), described as a Framboise sour. It wasn’t very sour at all, so I decided on a small glass of Retrofutur IPA (5.8% ABV), also by Piggy Brewing. This was brewed with Centennial and HBC 1019 hops, which are terms I can wholeheartedly understand--and obviously it was described on the menu as an American IPA. I have to say that this was definitely the best beer I had that afternoon, and probably the best beer of my entire Lille visit. I really liked this place: the snugness, the feel, the dedication to keeping and serving good beer. I felt very comfortable here. I even had the nerve to take Plastic Doug out of my handbag and photograph him with my beer. (Doug is a little plastic cat figurine that my adopted brother gave me. I enjoy taking photos of him standing in front of a good pint. Perhaps one day I’ll display a Plastic Doug gallery on Pint Pleasures. But not today...)
I really feel that I succeeded in my quest to see if Lille truly is the beer capital of France. But perhaps I need to go more often to do further research…
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- HALLAMSHIRE HOUSE, SHEFFIELD: When I stopped in a couple of weeks ago, there were two new cask ales on. I first had a taste of Lumford (3.9% ABV, Thornbridge Brewing Company, Bakewell, Derbyshire) which was very drinkable, a perfect pint for a music night. But this was a Friday after work, when my friend Olly met me here, and since all the students were downstairs in the garden, the inside of the pub was relatively empty and we had our favourite stools at the bar. So I decided to go for the slightly more exciting Hirundo (4.5% ABV, Thornbridge). As Doug said, this is definitely a better year for Hirundo, and that odd tan-tinted taste from last year's batch has been replaced with something better. So a pleasant time was had by all of us.
A few days later I had a pint of Treeline (4.1% ABV, Round Corner Brewing Company, Melton Mowbray, Leicestershire). As I sipped this I thought about when I spent a week in the Orkney Islands with a couple of friends, and I gradually noticed, on an eleven-mile walk that stretched the length of the Main Island, that we hadn't seen a single tree. One of my two friends explained that it was because we were at the 59th latitude, only 7 degrees south of of the Arctic Circle, so we were pretty much above the treeline. And it's true: the only trees we saw for an entire week were the palm trees that residents of Stromness had planted in their back gardens. Now, how palm trees can grow in such a northern climate is another question, and when I tell this story I'm usually asked that -- but I still have no answer. Anyway, my pint was very enjoyable, with a light bit of dankness which I always appreciate.
Two days after the Neptune Brewery tap takeover, I stopped in and was overwhelmed by the choices galore that seemed to be specially selected for Me! So naturally I had to taste some, and I stuck to just three tasters because I didn't want to take the piss, if you know what I mean. First of all, on the handpump, I excitedly tried the Ventura Tropical IPA (5.0% ABV, Neptune Brewery, Liverpool, Merseyside). The art deco pump clip suggested a late afternoon at the beach; but on closer inspection I realised it was a graphic of a campsite with trailers and mountains in the background. I've both driven and taken the train through the California city of Ventura many times in my life, mostly enroute between Long Beach and Santa Barbara but also up to Morro Bay or Big Sur or furthern north. But I suppose I've never actually stopped in Ventura itself. Anyway, this beer is hopped with Luminosa, Strata, and Motueka hops, offering a tropical character which I would describe as a melon melange. But it was also very smooth like a foot-high breaker, and I was desiring a more exhilarating ride, swirling down on a boogie board over a frothy crest. The other cask I sampled was Sea of Dreams Hazy Pale (4.2% ABV, Neptune), with its tropical taste spiced up with zesty citrus, and this was definitely a more interesting ride for me. My third taste was a keg, Mosaic (4.5% ABV, Neptune), single hopped and again suggesting the tropics, with a bit more of a galoomph of grapefruit zing. As there was probably more Sea of Dreams left than the Mosaic, and I was only having one pint, that's how I made my decision. The Mosaic won the Champion Beer of Britain Northwest Regional Gold Premium Pale Award for 2023, for whatever that's worth.
I did come back the next day to have a pint of Sea of Dreams, after having a quick taste of the Langton Pale (3.7% ABV, Neptune). I mean, the Langton was drinkable enough, but not nearly as exciting as the Sea of Dreams.
The next week I had a taste of Namaka (5.2% ABV, Neptune), a hibiscus and passionfruit wheat sour on cask. It was certainly hibiscus-coloured, with just a touch of sour. It was a very interesting beer, and quite unusual to have sour beer on cask. For those people who don't like cask ale, this is pleasantly and calmly unusual. But there were still so many options left over from the Neptune Brewery takeover, so I was feeling pretty overwhelmed and confused as to what to go for. The pump clip of the Namaka was very pretty and colourful; but I ended up going for a pint of Zappa (4.4% ABV, Neptune). Another of Neptune's single-hopped series, this was a fine cask beer, tropical and dank with mango and citrus overtones. I was tempted to start singing "Oh No, I don't believe it", in 7/4 time, of course. But I kept my mouth shut (except for the sipping part, of course), and thought to myself that I think perchance I do quite like Zappa.
On my next Hallamshire visit, I had a taste of Lemon Drizzle Pastry Sour (5.0% ABV, Yonder Brewing, Radstock, Somerset), just because I had never tasted a pastry sour beer, and also because manager Doug insisted that I taste it. And he sensibly told me to sniff it first, which I often do (because I'm a bit of an aroma enthusiast). And whooie! Toasted vanilla instantly filled my nose and my head, followed by the taste of a limoncello spritz. This is a lovely creation, with no sugary dessert involved. A few days later, on a quiet Monday, I had a pint of Amarillo Citra (4.0% ABV, Thornbridge Brewery). This collaboration with Bundobust of Manchester is a hazy pale ale on cask. It was a good example of how Amarillo and Citra make an easy-going marriage.
- TWO SHEDS, SHEFFIELD: Recently I stopped in and had a pint of Treehouse West Coast Pale (4.5% ABV, Abbeydale Brewing Company, Sheffield, South Yorkshire). Brewed in collaboration with Ecosia, the search engine that has planted over 170 million trees worldwide, this is hopped with Amarillo, Simcoe, and Cascade hops and is wonderfully piney. I feel as though it must be referring to a house in a pine tree, where one has to watch out for the ouch! pine needles in one’s bedouch! This is a great pint for a surprisingly warm and balmy day in April, a lovely day actually, with my new pretty tooth filling I just got earlier. While I sat at the bar and sipped this I had a fun and interesting chat with Stephen from Dublin.
- WALKLEY BEER COMPANY, SHEFFIELD: Recently I had a pint of Sundialer Pale Ale (5.0% ABV, Verdant Brewery, Penryn, Cornwall), brewed with yet another attractive conglomeration of Motueka, Mosaic, Strata, and Krush hops. Oh my god, I was having another orgasm right there in the pub! This was yet another almost worryingly hazy beer, but with a sort of comforting banana yellow tint to it. It was truly woowee! Giddyup! I suppose the fact that the day was suddenly a bit hazy itself, and surprisingly cold in the midst of all the pleasantly balmy and super clear days we’d been having, that made me subconsciously go for a beer that promised to turn up the dial on the Sun. I was hoping that it would happen again tomorrow like they had promised to.
The next week I stopped in and had a taste of Start Line (4.2% ABV, Bristol Beer Factory, Bristol), a New Zealand session IPA on cask hopped with Nectaron, Pacific Gem, and Waemea. I was expecting something a bit more exciting; but Jay agreed with me that it was pretty tame compared to what one would hope with a selection of hops like that. So I went for a keg pint of Kokomo Weekday (4.3% ABV, Good Chemistry Brewing, Bristol). A session IPA hopped with Mosaic and Azacca, this was a bit more interesting, and I did wonder just what a weekday is like in Kokomo. I suppose it probably depends on if Kokomo refers to the city in Indiana, the private island in Fiji, the beach in Curaçao, the New Zealand blues band, or just the Beach Boys song. One can only wonder--while one sips a pint of Kokomo, of course.
Jay also gave me a little taste of Petite Hedgerow (3.4% ABV, Burning Sky Brewing, Firle, East Sussex). This is brewed with damson, blackberry, and black currant, and for that low ABV it offers just a touch of sour with a light but interesting flavour. If I'd gone for a pint of this, I could easily imagine a band of bandana-clad hedgehogs gathering at the base of my glass.
On my most recent visit on an actually hot day in Sheffield, I first had a taste of Petite Saison (Kernel Brewing, Bermundsey, Greater London). This blended barrel-aged Saisons is hopped with Wai-Hi hops, and it did taste like a proper French or Belgian Saison--in other words, quite sour. But to be a bit safer I went for a pint of Juice Rocket (4.5% ABV, Three Blind Mice Brewing, Ely, Cambridgeshire). Described as an All Day IPA and hopped with Mosaic, Citra, and Columbus hops, this hazy, juicy rocket is just as it's described. I sat at the only table that was currently in the shade, while Jay sat out in his tiny beer garden out on Industry Street, chatting with someone and enjoying an orange ice lolly. Well, why not? It was definitely that kind of day.
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- Tattoo Culture Motuere Mountain IPA (6.6% ABV, Polly’s Brew Company, Mold, Wales). This is another hazy pale, banana-flesh in colour, with nice zingy resiny hops. Motuere hops is a new one to me. A New Zealand hops released in 2015, it’s described as imparting intense tropical fruit and citrus, grapefruit, passionfruit, and pine flavours, and it was previously known as HORT 0605, so I’ glad they changed the name. The aroma profile goes on to suggest roasted acorn squash and sweet hay, so that’s why it’s quite interesting. It was another busy day at work, and the first warmish day of the year with lots of sun. So drinking this banana-coloured beer with a suggestion of hay seemed like a harbinger of happiness, unless you happen to be a vampire. This beer is chewy in a resinous way, like the offspring of a pine tree and a grapefruit tree, with a papaya aunt.
- Frontier Land West Coast IPA (5.0% ABV, Marble Brewery, Manchester). This beer is described as having a malty marmalade base with hop notes of citrus, pine, and stone fruit. My can hadn't been chilled, so that may have affected the taste. Still, it was malty enough for me to decide it wasn't really my style of beer, IPA or "West Coast" or whatever. I mean, I'm a big fan of hops that impart citrus and pine notes, but I feel like the maltiness overpowered any of that. I was sipping this on an afternoon while I was waiting to go up to a friend's place for his special mushroom risotto, so I have to admit I didn't feel as though I had to finish it. I mean, nothing against it at all, and I'm sure it would appeal to those who prefer their beers to be more on the malty side. But it's just not my cup of ale these days.
- Tortuga NEIPA (5.4% ABV, Triple Point Brewing Company, Sheffield, South Yorkshire). Brewed with Amarillo, Idaho 7, Simcoe, and Olicana hops, this beer is described on the can as imparting tropical, tangerine, and apricot flavours. It's a nice fruity IPA, and I get the impressions of plenty of orange-coloured fruits in there. The art on the can features a tortoise with what looks like a bonsai-styled tree growing out of its back. The artist, Helion, apparently cherishes both the tortoise and the bonsai tree, so that explains the design--although it reminds me more of a giant tortoise holding up the world. Anyway, I drank this on a weird day at work after only four hours of sleep. And as I sipped my fruity beer, I realised it was my quarter birthday. So Ha Bi to me!
- Wanderer West Coast IPA (6.5% ABV, Abbeydale Brewing Company, Sheffield, South Yorkshire). I drank this beer toward the end of the usual too-short "heat wave" that Sheffield was experiencing. Obviously, having been born and bred in Southern California, I put that term in quotes, because it really wasn't that hot. But back to the beer: hopped with Simcoe, Mosaic, Vic Secret, and Chinook hops, this was very nice and offered a smooth yet zesty grapefruit swing, and even the pigeons that were currently cooing down the fireplace started to improvise a bit. Before I even tasted it I enjoyed the graphic on the can of the Space Needle on the left, followed by a city skyline, with Mt Rainier peeking over on the right. It was pretty much like the view I had for years when I lived in Lower Queen Anne in Seattle. And the colour was green, and Seattle is known as the Evergreen City. So I was quite happy with this beer and this whole experience.
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