So I bought some cherry beer and drank it. Then I wrote down THOUGHTS and FEELINGS.
Liefman’s FruitesseThe standard Belgian fruit beer against which all others are measured. Or they are for me, anyway, given they sell this both on campus and one of my most regular haunts in Birmingham. A nice balance of sweet and sour, and not too strong to make ordering it pints particularly inadvisable.
Mort Subite: Kriek Lambic
As sour as the word “lambic” suggests. But this is cherrytown, Jack. Sour is the currency we’re trading in here. It works well, is what I’m saying. Plus the wee cork makes me feel like a giant at a wedding each time I open up another bottle. Pop pop!
Delighted to learn that “Lambicus” is a thing that somehow exists. As fun as that name is, though, there's not much there. Well, OK, that's not fair. The "problen", emphasis on the """", is that I don't think I'd have any chance of distinguishing this from Leifmans if I were blindfolded, or distracted by a squirrel, or whatever.
This is borderline undrinkable. Tastes
like Ribena and backwash, diluted to an extent you could fairly call
homeopathic. Serve only to your worst enemies, who are at your house for some reason.
A bit
darker and richer than the other offerings here. Also ludicrously strong, so be
advised. It’s a good job the bottles have such a low centre of gravity, because
I was gesticulating wildly within minutes. Best paired with a sense of creeping shame the next morning.
Sam Smith's Organic Cherry
Thank Cthulhu that the name is total shit, then. BOO, Sam Smiths. BOO! You're an embarrassment! BOOOOOO!
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