I’m sure you’re really meant to enjoy this beer in some golden Bavarian biergarten on a crisp late autumn afternoon, as the sun sets and a chill full moon rises into a clear starlit sky. The smell of bratwurst and sauerkraut wafts across the open tables, a brass band plays in the distance, and as you tug your woollen jacket around your ample belly, one raised eyebrow summons forth a gloriously statuesque blonde waitress and a brimming armful of frothing steins. Filled, as God intended, with Paulaner Oktoberfest Märzen.
If your lederhosen are a little bit on the tight side (like mine) and you can’t make it to Munich any time soon, then a bottle or two of this mighty fine amber marzen from our monkish friends in Europe will do you proud any day of the week. This is a good-to-great honest brew that makes for a brilliant session beer.
Drinking this reminded me so much of my old buddies Ralf, Fritz (really), Mikael, Ritz, Wombat and some unbelievably fine nights on the town in southern Germany, that I had to have another one. Gentlemen, I salute you, wherever you are.
Once again, QFC will have a few bottles waiting for you – head on up there and grab ’em.
JBB6 Rating: For the Win