This beer was bought purely on the strength of it's label. I'm unfamiliar with Prairie Artisan Ales. I found this bad boy at The Beer Trappe down In Lexington, Kentucky. One of the best craft beer bars you will ever find. But seriously, a red, white and blue, multi-beard (?) Also on the sides of the bottle are American Gladiators, a fat guy with his ass stuck in a lawn chair, cat-headed professional wrestlers with heat vision, old dudes grilling steaks, french fries, meatloaf, catfish, cinder blocks, and plenty of ketchup and yellow mustard. A truly wonderful magical melange of all this land of opportunity has to offer! Add the insanity of the bottle to a saison brewed with only floor-malted pilsener malt, Nelson Sauvin hops, and Prarie's farmhouse yeast and I'm ready to pull the trigger. So one hop, one malt, one 'Merica, as the label says. I could not, in good conscience, leave this beer sitting on the shelf. To the beer!
