It should be noted that this beer had an already unfair advantage over the competition. Not knowing what I wanted for lunch today, I ended up constructing the mother of all McGyver sandwiches. Leftover roast chicken and salami marinated in Mesquite BBQ sauce, with homegrown cherry tomatoes, shredded cheese and jalapenos... then smashed that in the jaffle iron. Shit was out of this world. I would bet that almost any beer would have tasted amazing washing down that piece of kitchen mastery.
The beer in question was a Belgian witbier called Grisette Blanche. It was off to an unimpressive start given the small bottle and label that looks like it hasn't been updated since 1982. Upon the pour the hour of redemption chimed, as the beer presented a glorious cloudy golden colour with a nice fluffy head. With a mouth full of southern style barbecued goodness I took a swill... and all was good. Sweet, almost lemonade like textures, with wheat and orange citrus. It's all pretty nicely balanced, and was gone in a heartbeat. I wasn't able to nurse it long enough to get more in depth than that.
Strangely, despite the overall similarities across the genre, witbiers have grown on me. Initially what was boring, and repetitive, became appealing and refreshing given the right environment. With some tasty meats, or out under a scorching sun, they really are one of the better options to reach for. Good beer, can recommend it.
*This also begins the countdown to the last TEN beers!*
7/10
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