Honk honk, it's Saturday and Saturday is good for just one thing. Beers!! Raaar!!
I have had a couple of days off and feel like a stick of dynamite that is sweating in an old miners hand. And that my friends, is not a euphemism for penisery!
What a devil of a week it has been. Speaking of the devil, this week is all about the devilishly dark stouts. The kind of dark brooding brews that slip into your glass like an oil-slicked otter.
We like those otters very much.
So, why am I messing about talking all the gibberish? There are beers to be drunk dammit.
Two very special beers too. One full of twisted black magic and the other... Well, it is one that thinks very highly of itself indeed.
So, let's get to it. The first on our list is the one and only.
Black Magic!! I love a bit of magic, black or otherwise. Quick, someone pull a rabbit out of my hat. Or at least stick a hand in there. You never know what you will find.
This isn't just a slippery satanic stout though. Oh no. It's a Biscotti breakfast stout!
BISCOTTI!! I love them!
Let's get this thing poured!
The inky stain of satan in a glass is the only way to describe this beauteous sight. It's a beezer of black nectar topped with a big frothy, creamy head.
It smells rather nice too. Perhaps it's casting a spell on me! Let's do it.
Man that was a biscuity beery delight. Really smooth and rounded. Lots of creamy vanilla goodness with a good malty backbone. I like it. I like it a lot!
Give this black magic 8.5/10 booms!!!
Top hootenanny!
The next surely has the finest name of a stout known to man, the inimitable...
HA, I can't stop humming that bloody song now! But it is worth pointing out that I actually do think this stout is about me! Wahhhhhh!!
Not only is it finely named but it is also a strong wee bastard. 11% eh! Danger town!
Let's see who's vain...
Man alive, this is quite the peculiar looking beast. It is a morass of bubbles and looks like the dusky black froth of the Irish Sea at night.
Which, as I am sure you might be aware, isn't the most appetising of things.
Boak!? This thing seemed to promise all the good stuffs but delivers nothing but sickly saccharin nonsense. It is so horridly fake that it is barely worth watering the plants with!?
Boo hiss, 3/10 booms and those are for the fine name!
Well. A fine tasting, the first romping in over the second. I have enjoyed myself muchly same it's a pleasure to be back on the chain!
Cheers!
