It’s the first Friday of the month, which means it’s time for The Session. That’s where bloggers from wherever all crap on about the same topic for a day. And that topic is chosen by the host for that month.
This time around the host is Jake from Hipster Brewfus, who has chosen the topic of Beer Fight Club. He describes the idea behind his topic thusly,
“Have you ever drank a beer that became a battle, more than an enjoyable experience? Maybe a beer that was far bigger than you had anticipated? Something you felt determined to drink, just so you can say you conquered that son of a bitch, and you are all that is powerful. Or perhaps it is something that is just so bad, all you want to do is slap it around a bit. Or maybe you were on the verge of passing out, but you just wanted that one last beer, and the valiant struggle between taste bud fulfillment and the velvety embrace of sleep that ensued.”
Yes, indeed I have had such a beer. As you may well have guessed by the photo at the top of this post it is the extremely awful Rogue Voodoo Doughnut Bacon Maple Ale. It’s quite the polarising beer too – no-one seems to drink it and go “meh, it’s okay. I guess”. They either think it’s great or they think it’s shit (Note: the people who think the former are wrong).
I had tried a sample of the beer on two occasions. Both times I thought “yep, it tastes like what it says it would” and “nope, I couldn’t drink a whole bottle”. And maybe even a bit of “I don’t think I like this”.
But then about a year ago there was all this hype of Twitter when a shipment of the stuff arrived in Australia. And like a stupid idiot, I went and ordered a bottle. Yep, a bottle of the beer I had already concluded I couldn’t drink a bottle of. A bottle of beer that I didn’t really like. Yep, I can be such a sheep.
So what happened once I cracked open the bottle and tried some? This did.
Yep, poured the whole stupid pink bottle of sweet bacony crap down the sink. Drainpour Maximus.
But then I got suckered into buying the next beer Rogue released in a pink bottle. Didn’t like it either. Not as awful as the bacon maple number but not that great either. Since then I have declared an end to being suckered in by that stupid pink bottle from Rogue.
Because, when I buy beer I want to be pouring it down my throat. Not the sink.