Beer Review - Second Self ATALE

There's a view you get of the city from the west side that's just impressive.  In fact, there are several such views that could make a person forget they're supposed to be driving a car.

That explains most of the traffic issues on Howell Mill Road.  Too much driver sightseeing.

Anyway, there's a spot near 17th street where you can see the entirety of the glorious, jagged skyline lying to the east like the lower jaw of a beast in serious need of dental work.  Downtown through midtown, south to north.  It's almost always gorgeous.

If you look way to the south, you get to see the metal points of the new and unnecessary stadium as well-paid teams of engineers try to figure out how roofs work.  It's quite the sight to see it looming over the old, derelict ruin that is the failing Georgia Dome.

Apologies to the New York Times for borrowing their surname in reference to that 20-year-old relic of times gone by.

In the winter, you even get a view of the not-so-large ferris wheel parked next to the olympic-sized park.

The city of Atlanta has a lot going for it, depending on who you ask.  Fantastic restaurant scene, vibrant night life.  You can't swing a dead squirrel without hitting a newly-built apartment complex.  One of the nice ones.  The kind where they build the parking deck and then surround it with apartment building.

Always marching steady to the drumbeat of progress.

Sure, the town has its issues.  There's the roads, and then there's the streets, and there's also the highways.  Another issue would be those supposedly flat surfaces where people in cars (or sometimes in bicycles, though no one really pays attention to them) roll those cars in the hopes that they get to where they want to go.  Those surfaces tend to fail here.  By quite the large margin.

Then there are the sports teams.  We once had four professional teams that called Atlanta home.  Then we had three.  One of them didn't have the support of the owners so they moved to some magical mystical place some people call Winnipeg.

I've never seen evidence that the place really exists.  A name like Winnipeg.  Sounds made-up to me.  I think that other professional team got eaten by gophers during a long road trip through the northeastern mountains and now there's a big cover-up on.

Gophers.

Very, very hungry gophers.

Anyway, the other three professional teams were getting lonely, so they started another one to play a game who's proper name had already been taken.

So, there are now four professional sports teams in the city again, though one of them no longer plays its home games in anything remotely resembling a city and another one decided that it was sufficient to play three-fourths of a championship game.

Some would say it was only half, so I'll compromise and say they played about five-eighths of it.

The city of Atlanta also has very good local beer.  Very stupid alcohol laws, but I'll leave that for another review.

Second Self Beer Company has brewed a very light, very crisp, very refreshing ale that hits the spot after a long day of driving over metal plates.

For anyone not from 'round here, metal plates are put over large holes in roads as a temporary fix while crews decide how many months it should take for their craft cement to reach its peak readiness.  Also, the beer is pronounced A-T-Ale.

You figured that out, though.  You're smart like that.

In conclusion, I really like ATALE (see pronunciation above) and would recommend you head over to your most convenient purveyor of fermented adult beverages and grab a six of them.  It's very good.