Friday Brew Review – Leffe Blonde


Merry fucking Christmas!

As it is the best day of the entire year, I’m going to keep this brew review short and sweet. Don’t begrudge me — fact of the matter is, most people probably won’t even read this until the 26th. In fact, if it’s still Christmas and you’re reading OL, just stop. Go find a friend or family member and do something worthwhile.

Ok, so today’s review did not involve a trip to the liquor store. Instead, I simply went to the fridge and picked out a beer I didn’t recognize; as there’ve been a number of parties at the House of Krueger lately, I’ve managed to acquire a small collection of leftovers and stragglers. Hey, I’m not going to complain if my friends want to leave beer at my house.

Anyways, short and sweet — today I drank Leffe Blonde. The beer poured into the glass as a rich amber fluid, almost the color of honey. Which, to be honest, is quite fitting of its flavor. Leffe Blonde was extremely sweet for an ale, with almost an sugary smoothness to it. With that being said, this still tastes like an honest brew, not an alcoholic concoction disguised as soda-pop (i.e. Smirnoff Ice).

Leffe Blonde was a perfect complement to my breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast. Yeah, I drank this beer with breakfast — don’t judge me! Tell me I have a problem, and see if I give you beer-advice every Friday! Go ahead. I triple dog dare you!

And I’m not going to ignore the fact that Leffe is put out by Anheuser-Busch. It chaps my ass, but I guess I have to finally tip my cap to those motherfuckers. If I had to guess, I’d say that they acquired the ale through nefarious means, probably killing orphans and putting a small village out of work.

Leffe Blonde, you rocked my pre-noon world! Merry Christmas: B+