I think it's odd that I prefer this method of captioning.
I took a picture of this beer because I want to emphasize the fact that this beer comes in a can. This works on multiple levels. Seriously, name another local beer that can claim to be a canned beer (they exist, but I'm not aware of any by name). Furthermore, while other beer snobs may disagree, aluminum cans remain the best way to package and ship beer, assuming it's not still fermenting. Sunlight is beer's enemy, and while brown glass bottles do very well, aluminum is still the best way to protect a beer from sunlight. Just make sure you pour the beer out before drinking. Unless you prefer your beer with a nice healthy lungful of vaporized metal.
The back of the can describes this beer better than I could: “the Keweenaw Brewing company. . . was founded with the goal of turning beer drinkers into craft beer lovers.” The Pick Axe Blonde is maybe a half step above rice lagers in terms of flavor and complexity. The color is a hazy straw color, the head is clean and white and dissipates quickly, and the smell is light and simple. There's a slight yeast smell with a touch of citrus, but other than that and the hazy hue I would have a difficult time telling this apart from a rice lager.
Not that that's altogether bad. I know many people whose palates just can't handle much flavor; they consider a Bud Light Lime to be experimental. Now, craft beer fans have a weapon against these most virgin of tastebuds; hand these guys a koozie of KBC in a can, tell them it's easy drinkin', and bam, you've got a convert to Michigan beer.
A Pick Axe Blonde for my Pick Axe Blonde. Yeah, it happened.
The taste itself is actually a little more complex than I assumed based on the smell and look. This is a pretty solid blonde ale, with flavors of light, sweet malt mixed with yeast and just a slight hops finish. There's flavors of citrus and a strong undercurrent of grains throughout. This is a beer I would have no problem taking a six pack out to a late summer event, looking up at the Michigan stars on the hood of my Detroit built Ford Mustang convertible.
If I had one, anyway.