Not sure how it happened, when exactly it happened and who was responsible, but someone introduced me to Dale’s Pale Ale. This has become a mainstay in the garage fridge for years, but it wasn’t always this way. Before fate got us together, I spent many years drinking CBLs and tequila shots. Between my honeymoon and my kids getting to be a little older, I didn’t drink all that much. Of course there was over indulgence at crazy parties, celebrations, holidays, etc... but that was pretty much limited to Jose’, CBLs and even Clos du Bois. Only on “special” occasions did I drink “fancy” offerings such as Patron, Michelob Ultra and Yuengling. No offense to America’s oldest brewery but I didn’t know what the “f” I was talking about. I had no clue. Previously, beer had been a rite of passage for me. From grabbing chugs of my dad’s Budweiser and Milwaukee’s Best, as a kid, when we would fish for mullet at Wakulla Beach to keg stands and stanky red solo cups in college, I WOULD drink me some beer. But I’ll have to admit I never quite liked it. It was kind of a nut-up type of a thing. You know… we going out... bottoms up.
|Freshly poured Dale's Pale Ale in a Dirt Rag Magazine Pint Glass|
Dale’s has become my everyday (night) beer. I can’t drink regular beer now because of Dale’s. This is the lowest on taste I will go. This is the beer that makes it OK to spend $10 or more on a six pack. That’s OK when you consider the beermath - with an ABV of 6.5, you’re drinking at more than time and a half (e.g. two Dale’s > 3 MickLites). Now that the Brevard, North Carolina plant is up and running, we southerners can bow-up about this beer with an All-American look and a taste that’s loaded for bear. If you get this far, comment on the Hops and Grinds blog, the beer or if you’re now motivated to get some Dale’s