WHAT a weizen, friends. What a wheat brau* we have here. Damn

So we’re nearing the end that wonderful mixed case of Widmer, my droogies. Both in reviews and in actual beers the Captain has left. It lasted well and was a brave young case and it shall be missed. Here now is my penultimate review of said braus, the Widmer Brothers’ flagship beer, the little beer that could…

WIDMER BROTHERS HEFEWEIZEN (insert sweet metal riff here)

She pours out into a lovely yellow-golden, hazy beerful brau. I stress the haze—this is an unfiltered wheat beer in its truest form. When you’ve finished your careful tilt-n-pour and then a bit of high-flying-bottle-raising madness for that inch of head, a few drops of almost syrupy yeast-malt will drip onto the white frothy top. Gives a last kick o’ flavor (to savor). And underneath that head is one of the most fruit-forward, refreshing wheat beers available. And Widmer’s Hef is widely available. Good for them.

Three kinds of malt, three kinds of hop, all kinda goodness. The alcohol is relatively low at 4.9% ABV, which, as you know because you are a well-informed beer person, is standard for hefeweizens. The flavor is dominated by the citrusy, lightly bready malt character. Oh, for it to be a hot summer day in the cool shade with a bucket of Widmer Bros beside me and also—while we’re asking for things—Gandhi and Mao Ze Dong are there playing air hockey and I’m entertaining a debate about cinema of the 1970s with Socrates. I handily win this debate as, while Socrates may be a wiser man than I, he’s like, only seen Taxi Driver once, dude. That film demands multiple viewings before you start spouting off like you’re Andrew Sarris, Soc.

Anyway, after the lively mouthfeel and fruity, wheaty beer is swallowed, the finish, a little bit of crisp hop, blows a goodbye smooch over its shoulder and… man, you gotta have another sip. I like good beer. I like this beer. And uh, I… I—why is it so hard to talk to you!? I. Like. You. What? No! Not as more than friends! What the hell!? Now this whole evening will be awkward. Whatever just… just drop it. Let’s just watch the show.

*from the German for “Deutsch.”