Boddinton's Pub Ale

This is one quality beer. This is an English draught beer in a can from Manchester, England. It dates back to 1778. This is right around the time the British citizens, its king, its Parliament were cursing the American rebels for having the nerve to revolt against their leadership...and shocking the world to back it up. England must have been reeling. They must have needed something to give their souls a lift from all the money lost, power lost, land lost, control lost from the colonial uprising. Enter some dude in Manchester that concocted Boddinton's. I can imagine England, all of it, rejoicing that something could drown their collecctive sorrows properly. This can contains a pressurized insert so that the beer pours like its frothing from a tap. The picture above is exactly how it looks when its poured. Cascading action abounds throughout the center of the glass, while a creamy heads rises to the top. When first poured, this beer is alive, breathing and morphing. The earth's core comes to mind when describing all the action in this Boddington's Pub Ale. Once things slowed down in the glass, when the beer found its comfort zone, there was a thick, solid, one-inch head. Under the surface, the beer was a pale-golden color. After 20 minutes or so of sipping this beer, a quarter-inch head remained. The first thing that hits the taste buds is the creaminess. Then there is the beer itself: the right marriage of slight bitter and slight sweetness. Goodness. This would be the perfect beer to enjoy during a football game, or hockey game, or while grilling in the winter (did that tonight, lampchops!), or while belly-up at your local pub. Boddinton's Pub Ale delivered and made me an instant fan. I'll add this beer to my preferences list.