Rock Bottom Des Moines Happy Pils

I stopped by the brewpub looking for something quenching. I perused the long list of beers and, taking into account another 3.5 hours I would need to drive, the pils seems most logical. It came to me looking as beautiful as I could want. Dark blond, almost orange in color, The beer was topped off by a small but strong head. Within the body rushing carbonation bubbles brought life and vigor to the beer. In my haste, I give it a quick sniff and fresh hops burst onto my nostrils. Then I give it a quick gulp and a well hopped Pils made me happy. At this point I felt proud to have picked out the right beer. Then I go back for another sip... WHAT THE... what the heck is going on here, what am I tasting. I gather myself and give it another large sniff with the nose... NO, NO... I drink it again, slower this time NOOOOOOO. DIE ASS E TALL, fuckin’ shit. Damn thing is full of it. Otherwise, you got the right strength of carbonation on a well attenuated body, with a nice appearance and well hopped. But then someone had to throw in some butterscotch candy. I was able to drink half the mug before having to go on my not so merry way.
Tall mug @ the brewpub.