It amazes me the distance we have to travel to find what’s always been right under our noses. The Belgian surrealist painter Rene Magritte once said, “Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.” I left the Midwest last August, a cloying feeling that I still don’t fully understand. What I do know is that my beer tastes haven’t really changed. I buy beers from New York and Vermont, sometimes even Virginia, but when I want to make a statement with beer, I always get something from the Midwest.
Finch’s started up when I was still living in Wisconsin. I moved back to Chicago for a bit only to find that all the local liquor stores weren’t stocking it. Combine that with how overwhelming the Chicago beer scene can feel, and I just never really got around to trying Finch’s. At $9.50 a four pack here in DC, I made a huge mistake. I bought it for a taste of home, and already went back for more.
Finch’s talks up the beer as refreshing, but it really brings another dimension to the thought. Winter ends quicker here in DC. Snow doesn’t have to melt and the humidity from last summer lingers. I don’t need to be refreshed as much as I need a reminder that there are seasons. Like Chicago, Cut Throat exhibits every season in each beer. The strong, malty backbones reminds you of winter and spring, the crisp finish beckons the fall, the barely traceable orange smiles for the summertime with the sessionable nature. Refreshing is one way to put it, but it’s more than that. This is a damn good beer made to be consumed with damn good company. The cans just make it more portable.
Best enjoyed: When you’re in the mood for reflecting. Or camping.
Best paired with: Seriously, pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.
Find it: Sweet Home Chicago. And for whatever reason, Washington, DC.
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