I like big beers, and I cannot lie. Sorry, I'll stop. This week I swapped out the novelty six-packs for a Big Boy beer. I was elated at the thought of getting home, grabbing a pint glass, filling it to the brim, yet still having a little leftover to top off after a few choice swigs.

WEEK 38:

According to the label, this brew is "A golden original, acknowledged by many connoisseurs as one of the best lagers in the world." With that said, it smells like skunk piss. It pours golden, like a richer Miller Lite, and with better carbonation. It has a solid head; however, it dissipates quicker than it took to pour it. Upon first sip, it tastes better than it smells. It's very light and not overly flavorful, but I suppose it's crisp. At first, this brew reminded me of a Heineken. I was glad to see that it didn't come in a novelty, mini keg can, nor was I wearing a shirt with a popped collar, or Capri pants while drinking it. However, it was too early to tell where the flavors might take me. 

This beer started out light up front, with a minor sweetness that bitters into a taste reminiscent of the smell. Not bad. Until you get halfway through and realize that the smell is slowly becoming the taste. It's not a bad beer, but not good either. I'd drink it again, perhaps during the warmer months, in a standard bottle, not a tall-y. On a side note, I found out the hard way that if you consume more than a couple of these brews, even after brushing your teeth before bed, you will wake up and feel like an alley cat shit in your mouth while you were sleeping. It was not pleasant, not at all.

You know what, on second thought, I think I'll have a Heine next time. Don't worry, I'll pop the shit out of my collar and cut my jeans into Capri's before I crack open my mini keg can and do a mini keg stand. Holler!

Um, drink responsibly.

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