Look at me not calling this "Hotlanta!" It appears it's okay for someone from Atlanta to make fun of the stupid nickname that the city has, but heaven forbid one of us outsiders use the name that made the city famous. I'm here to drink beer - not make friends. Hell, no one reads these, so I'm not likely to make any friends, anyway.
The bronze beverage has a modicum of head that fizzles to a patchy and incomplete covering. It’s not particularly clear, but I’m not sure I would call it hazy. Maybe translucent? The aroma is sweet and bready, and it is absolutely delightful. I expected some fruit from the hops, but I really don’t smell any of it – maybe a hint of lime or lemon spritz.Tip-in is slightly sweet with wheat and bread joyously leading the charge. The middle erupts with carbonation sizzle as the lemon spritz joins for a somewhat caustic center. The finish is where the yeast comes out, and it isn’t nearly as intrusive as it was in the sip, but the taste lingers a bit too long for the trail-off.
Bottom Line: Pretty decent.
2.25/5