Hurrah!! It's beer Saturday!! A thing of joy to be held in the hand and gently stroked until its head froths and fills your glass!!
Ahem.
A stonker this week. I have two lame-ass IPA's, one of which does not even sound like a beer. At the Bear-Man's insistence I have taken a Pineapple Milkshake IPA?? It is for my Canadian girlfriend.
Hmmph, doesn't the Bear-Man even know that there is no such thing as a Canadian girlfriend? A guy I met in the pub once told me. He said that because of the extreme cold during their winter that they evolved to be hermaphroditical.
S'true. Honest.
Anyway. Enough snash. I'm like Dan Larrymore on the stage in DC wittering on about the voices?!
First up.
A pineapple milkshake IPA. Sounds nuts. Sometimes though. Sometimes nuts can work...
Would you look at that? It looks as if it is glowing from within down at the bottom. Perhaps it's a heavenly sign?
No head to speak of, a decent, if slightly dark russet for an IPA.
Here goes.
Ha!! It wasn't shit!! I totally had my spitting guns out ready to launch the contents of my handsome mouth all over the place and it is actually quite nice. A great beer to have in the sun, I would say. The pineapple is subtle and that is what makes it work.
No idea where the rest of the milkshake twaddle is meant to come from, right enough. So, It's not astonishing or anything. I will give it a good 7/10 booms.
Whatever next??
Beavertown. The brewery that can throw some right amazeballs beers at you and then the occasional stinker.
It's like playing beer Russian roulette.
And that, my friends is just the way I like it. Will this be the beer that makes me my very own Canadian girlfriend??
Let's see!!
This one looks proper. A proper beer. Look at the golden fleece of it. And it had a little frothy head too, like a Spanish man with penile thrush.
Say no more José!
To the tasting!
Hot dogs and fancy frogs, what in the blazes!?
For a tiny second it seems as if it is going to be great and then that grapefruit comes honking along with the lemon and the coriander which there seems to be loads of and creates an infernal fury in your mouth. And not in a good way.
Spitty outy pish. 2/10 booms and those only because of the funky can and past liaisons we have had, Beavertown and I.
Well, a disappointing end but as my old gran used to say. If the oil is running low it doesn't stop you slamming in the dipstick for a check.
Or something. She was a bit mad at the end.
I'm off to find something tasty and beery. Have a great weekend everyone.
Cheers!
