My daughter’s 1st birthday coincided with good friend’s wedding.
We drove up to Portage for a lovely reception at the bride’s family farm. A truck filled with Oberon dispensed the hazy liquid as we celebrated the nuptials on a hot August evening.
Kinda thinking my brother did this review, but alas, it was the only beer I drank that day and there is no way to turn back now.
Citrusy-wheat meant for warm mellow days. Not a favorite of mine, but not one I’d turn down either. Simple with, dare I say, rustic elegance?
**edit** damn, i was right here’s Michael’s review.