Brewery : Sly Fox Beer : SRT Ale Style : American Pale Ale / Pale Ale / APA Variance : None
8 / 10
For all of you simpletons out there, SRT stands for Schuylkill River Trail which is a trail that runs roughly from Auburn to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I used to live in a nice little city that sat right along the trail named Reading and by nice I mean shit hole so I guess that kind of makes me an expert on the SRT. If you don’t know anything about Reading you already know too much and to give you a taste of what it’s like there, there were gun shots next door to my apartment and myself and three other tenants called the police and no one ever showed up. The one good thing that came out of living in the poverty capital of the USA was learning about and visiting Sly Fox multiple times and trying both their delicious beer and the best meatloaf I’ve ever had. I always am a fan of when a beer has a righteous cause behind it and this beer is no exception with a portion of all proceeds going towards the Schuylkill River Heritage Area and the fact that it taste great only makes it that much better. A mix of mild oniony and strong floral hops start this off with a nice bite and bitterness before a light sweetness mixes in with some golden malt flavors while all just mixing to end this. I’ve never actually been on the SRT during my time in Pennsylvania but that’s probably because I’ve seen what the actual Schuylkill River looks like and all you have to do is look at the color of this beer and add some sewage and there you have it. Anyways, Sly Fox did a great job with this brew and I can see this replacing all those commercial crap-cicles in your fridge and will sway a lot of non-believers onto the craft side of the world. As for you bastards, this is a solid pickup and probably a great session-able party brew so make sure you pick up a case and invite me when you open it.
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