It’s a very rare occasion that I pour a beer down the sink, normally because it’s off and undrinkable. In fact, it’s so rare, I can’t actually remember the last time I did it. I normally soldier on, drinking through gritted teeth, determined to finish what I paid for even though I don’t like it.
I bought a bottle of The Lost Abbey Angel’s Share from The Bacchanalia in Cambridge, it cost me £17 quid or thereabouts, not cheap. I’ve had it for a while too, saving it, building up the anticipation and waiting for the right moment. When I found out I was getting a refund of £314 for my HP TouchPad, I knew this was an occasion worthy of a beer with such a reputation. After all, with £314 burning a hole in my pocket, I could buy some more if I liked it.
Unfortunately for me I didn’t like it. It poured as flat as a witches tit and the initial taste was more like drinking sherry than beer. I moaned on Twitter, the replies weren’t exactly reassuring. I tried drinking more, forcing it down and wincing at the taste.
When I was a teenager and out on the lash on a Friday or Saturday night, we used to buy a quarter bottle of Bells or Famous Grouse and a 75cl bottle of Irn Bru. Drink a bit of the Bru and the whisky fitted into the space. It was vile, but it got you wrecked, which was the whole point. I drank too much of it though and it’s pretty much put me off whisky for life.
So imaging the horror of opening a bottle of expensive beer and finding it tastes of the cheap blended whisky you used to drink when you were 16/17 years old. I don’t know if it’s just me not getting it, or of the beer is really that bad, but for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t finish my beer and it went down the sink.
The horror, the horror…