In true Brassneck fashion, we readied our English Summer Ale just in time for fall & called it a Golden Ale.
And for arguments sake, let’s just say it’s wimpy. Wimpy like a scrawny Brit on Brighton beach, skin tinged slightly lobster, spotty handkerchief “hat” firmly knotted in place keeping the ol’ baldy spot from getting too toasty, Lemontop melting, glancing nervously around for the big strapping, rugby playing, Triple IPA drinking meat head who’s gonna kick sand in his face.
Golden Promise malts, East Kent Golding hops & English Ale yeast combine for truly authentic English-ness. (sorry we can’t quite bring ourselves to serve it warm & flat)
If you don’t like it, don’t blame us, blame the Brits for liking wimpy beer.