Oh, baby! I put a bottle of the Kansas City Pale Ale in the refrigerator earlier today, and we opened it for dinner. (Okay, with dinner.) It turned out better than I expected. The color is a deep amber, and it carried a thick, creamy head. (Not as much as a Guinness, but then again, what else does?) The hops have mellowed; it's still on the high side as far as I'm concerned, but not as assertively so as it was early on. As far as I'm concerned, this is ready to drink now.

Perhaps the highest praise came from our daughter: "Wow! It looks like real beer!"