Iron City Beer

Brewed by Iron City Brewing
Style: Pale Lager
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania USA

Serve in Dimpled mug, English pint, Lager glass, Shaker

Bottle. Poured pale yellow with fast dissipating head. Aroma of adjunct and malt. Thin malty flavour. Almost no finish. Cheap, but not good cheap.

UPDATED: JAN 21, 2005 Pours the expected golden yellow with a quickly fading white head. Grassy aroma. Taste is that of a typical macro lager: grainy with rice, corn. However, it does have a little more malty sweetness and body than BMC. Thin and fizzy on the palate but to it’s credit, there’s a hint of taste on the back end. Not good, but not offensive by any means either.

Mechanicsville, VA was the last place I thought I’d be drinking Iron City. But low and behold there I was splitting $3 pitchers of Iron City with old college friends watching the NFL. Average beer at best.

Tastes like the rusty steel city water thay make it from.

Standard yellow, decent head/lacing, mild hoppy aroma. Mouthfeel is a bit creamy, then you get an overwhelming taste of corn, then the watery finish.

Pours a pale yellow with a small white head. Aroma is corn, malt, grain. Flavor is corn, malt, grains. Watery thin and easy to drink but lacking flavor.

Clear yellow gold shimmers beneath a surprisingly decent head. Only a gentle stream of carbonation meets my eyes while his head lingers as a thin white blanket. A couple swirls produce no lace, but the thin blanket remains. A sign of good fortune? Bar syrup rears its ugly head in his nose followed by sweet dinner rolls, butter rolls, butter cream, and white bread. There is more meat to the white bread which thankfully resembles real bread and not the other stuff. The butter lingers in the background while dinner rolls and grains take center stage along with lingering notes of bar syrup. Nervously, I slowly tread into his golden yellow depths, shallow end first please. Sweet, but not nearly as much as the nose suggested. Butter rolls and butter cream coat my lips and tongue while creamy grains and fresh warm bread flesh out the meat of his palate. There is a small dry bite in the back of each quaff which helps cleanse the palate. Oh my goodness, we have hops! Mercy me! Peaking their nose around the corner, peach and orange esters nervously enter the scene. Further quaffs find buttery breads making pleasantries with the faint peach and orange esters while the finish develops a more bitter, pithy character than ends with a final kiss of dry grass.

If I had to, I could actually drink the Iron City Lager. Not my first choice by a long shot, but he held his own, a proud feat many have tried and failed.

355ml alum. bottle. Gold colour, poor head retention, a few tiny bubbles stuck to the edge of the glass then totally vanished. Aroma was corny, a little grain. Very light in the flavour dept, weak citrus note, thin malt and corn. Thin body, average carboantion. Corny grainy clinging aftertaste. Not sure why the LCBO bothered to get this one.