If there was a contest for most misunderstood beer style the woebegone porter would probably win. IPA’s are perennial favorites, stouts are synonymous with winter, but porters are the forgotten little brother, constantly fighting for attention and respect.
I was never much of a beer drinker until I moved to England… There, I gradually came to appreciate the taste of beer when I accompanied colleagues to the pub for a post-work pint or when I would meet friends for an evening out. Still, I never bought beer and kept it in my fridge – it was just one of those things that I would occasionally have when I was out. Brooklyn Brewery changed that.