Takeout hails from Squatters Craft Beers, a Utah institution since 1989. It brings a solid 6.25% ABV in a 12oz bottle. The label bears an old photo of some curlers, I think, going nuts over a stone knocked out of place. The ale itself is multi-toned, pale amber in the glass with a tall head that dissipates quickly. It’s clear filtered with plenty of bubbles.
The ale smells faintly of toasted malt with heavy hop overtones. I’m drinking this in the wrong venue, my sunny backyard. The bottle suggests using it to stay warm in winter. Yet, the smell is inviting…something of brown sugar. In the mouth it’s light at first, but the rye and hops combine forces to clamp down on my whole tongue. The rye is at once sweet and spicy. Abundant hops waits around the edges, lengthening the pleasant bitterness while leaving room for the bite of rye in the middle. It feels like a firecracker. It grabs the tongue in a bitter, fiery vice that gives way to a comfortable numbness, begging for another sip.
Overall, the bottle is right. This is a spicy adventure of a beer that warms the palate and bites-but bites with flavor, not alcohol. The rye and hops battle for supremacy on the edges of the palate. It’s a rich, comforting sort of bitter. Like the old guy on the front, ribbing his companion every time the throw is off, and his outburst the one time the stones connect, it’s all in good fun – the whole experience leaves one completely satisfied.