St. Peter’s Old-Style Porter

It’s nearly midnight on a Saturday as I write this.  Thunderstorms have been rolling across the Chicagoland area.  The windows have stopped lighting up, but I still hear the occasional distant rumble.

Earlier tonight I’d had one of the best Porters ever, and this one, this St. Peter’s Old-Style, I hadn’t even intended to review.  I thought I had done so already.  A long time ago.

Nope, it was St. Peter’s delicious Cream Stout that I’d reviewed.

Popping the top, I take that first sniff.  Not much there.  Yeasty tinge on muted burnt malts.  Whatever.  I tip it up for the taste.

For a Porter, this one is hoppy.  That’s what hits first, a manic dog-bite hoppiness with zero carbonation, fading to a black burnt-grain malt sunset.

Probably because of the over-the-top wonderfulness of the Baltic Porter I had earlier, this one is disappointing.  That, and I remembered how much I’ve enjoyed their Cream Stout.

It’s good, it’s perfectly drinkable.  I’m enjoying it.  Let’s be fair here, it’s a good beer.  It’s just not amazing or outstanding, and therefore, alas, not a Holy Beer contender.