Guten tag, mein dammen und herren. Ich mochten ein friesches gud bier. Or at least that’s what I was saying earlier today (except for the first part. And the second was in English). Mrs. Beer and I went for a bike ride to the local purveyor of fine beer and on the pedal-driven journey, I worked up a bit of a desire for a crisp, light brew. Spaten’s Pilsner hit the spot. (Those bottles are all drying after sanitation for bottling our second batch of Belgian Wit, by the way. So if you were wondering, you can stop now. Or continue. You monster.)

Now I’m not going to prattle on all day here. This is a very good pilsner, but it’s still a pilsner, so there’s not a whole lot to, y’know, say. Private Pilsner was right to move on to IPAs in his musing t’other day. Pale gold body, bright white head, a very light barley malt taste, and a nice hop balance and hop crispness in the dry finish. There ya go. Nuff said. Pils. It’s made by Spaten in Munich, so it’s no shock that this is a damn good example of our light lager friend. It quenched my thirst, tastes great without a lot of complexity, etc. Except there’s not a whole lot of etcetera. Don’t get me wrong—this beer shows you what a pils should be, and what Bud, Miller, Coors, Pabst… so on… don’t pull off. Pilsner’s are great beers and sometimes this Captain loves ‘em. But now that my thirst is slaked, and now that I’m done with the more involved parts of brewing a batch of stout (the first one, and I’ll get into this later, came out a-maze-ing—just cracker ‘er open yesterday) I think I’ll have a seat and have a stout. Then maybe a wheatbrau.

Captain sails!