It’s a Slam Dunk(el) – KC Bier Co. Dunkel

Some of the best advice I have ever received was given to me by my father, Butch, the day he helped me move into my dorm room at Mizzou. He said “Son, just remember that drinking is not an athletic event.” He was of course implying that alcohol should be enjoyed slowly and purposefully, and not by stabbing a can of cheap beer with your car keys and sucking it down your gullet in five seconds or less (sorry, Dad).  The reason his sage advice comes to mind right now is because, as I sit typing this review, I am involuntarily draining a growler of KC Bier Co’s Dunkel with the same enthusiasm that my college self attacked a case of Bud Select.

As a relatively sheltered only child from the Budweiser-soaked streets of St. Louis, I entered adult life armed with very limited knowledge of the beer world. I knew about Budweiser (the nectar of the gods), Bud Light (for when the gods were watching their figure), and Natural Light (a mixture of Bud Light and the hose-water they used to wash o

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