Your worst beer experience

Easy. I was kidnapped by Megan Fox, molested and forced to drink SA Triple Bock.

 

Does my ex-wife count? 90% of all children are alcohol related incidents...Gotta be the Steel Reserve I drank - I think throwing it up made it taste better....

 

Hair Of The Dog Adam, enclosed is my review. Although some have argued I may have a bad batch. Whatever the case was, this was such a horrible experience I had to keep it memory.

http://beeradvocate.com/beer/profile/173/945/?ba=Derranged

Batch # 80, 12 ounce bottle poured into a snifter.

A- Dark brownish black with a HUGE light brown head. This was a very live beer, the head stuck around for a while.

S- A bit harsh at first but then weakens. Very complex aroma of heavy booze, raisins, leather, and chocolate.

T- Harsh. Very boozy with a leather-like smoky chemical-solvent kerosene flavor, backed up by faint chocolaty raisins. Strange bitter after taste. Its 10% abv but this thing drank more like a 20. I was literally sweating after a few sips.

M- Very thick and syrupy with low carbonation. Lips numb.

O- Couldn't finish. This beer just didn't work for me at all. The tasted faded a bit as I drank more but still, not good. Every sip was a chore. I had to pour it out which I really do not like doing. Undrinkable.

Serving type: bottle

Reviewed on: 08-16-2011 03:00:06 | More by Derranged

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I spent 4 months in Philly not really understanding the greatness of US craft beers. I was all about Trappist ales at the time (beginner from Europe..). I ended up drinking cases of Flying Dog.

Also, I found DHVL exceptionally closed on my only trip to Belgium, oh well.

 

I brought one back as a novelty and regretted it so hard!

 

Spring 2011, I was in Indianapolis and found a bar selling Dreadnaught bombers for like $11. First time I'd tried it. It was so good and seemed so cheap. I was just getting into DIPA's at the time.
I normally can do math in my head , but somehow the 9.5% times 22oz, I might have moved a decimal point or something.
In effect I mistook it for a session beer. Ouch!!!!

 

I'm sure he was a happy bartender as I believe tipping is included in the bill (service) in Belgium.

I could be completely wrong, perhaps jesskidden or one of our Belgian BA's will check-in!

If only there was someone on this forum with a strong opinion regarding tipping?? Especially tipping in Europe!

I sense a disturbance in the force, as if an Englishman living in the American south was violently screaming out, but then was suddenly silenced!

 

Prolly gotta be old shunky as hell peroni half a bottle of tobasco it was drinkable just a little

 

3 notable experiences come to mind, all examples of me making terrible decisions:

1) double fisting Fosters oil cans at a bar freshman year of college...all night
2) drinking Steel Reserve high gravity 40's at 8am tailgating a football game after being out drinking until 3am the night before...also in college
3) last year we held a Terrible Tallboy contest. I won with a Bud Light Clamato. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy

 

Easy. Nothing else comes close to the pain, blues and agony of Budweiser Clamato.

 

Back in 1995, when I was 14, I drank two forties and a 22oz of Colt 45 in the morning then had a yoohoo afterwards. I puked out everything. The taste of artificial chocolate comin back up is awfully bitter

 

Smelling a bottle of beer from 1902 and not getting the chance to taste it.

 

I tried to drink Wild Blue once, I think I got through 3 oz., it was really bad.

 

SA Triple Bock, nothing else even comes close.

 

Nope, you're right. Service charge is included so technically there's no obligation to tip. Everyone seems to have their own truth when it comes to tipping here. I usually tip at a bar when service was satisfactory, except at places where I'm a regular and the staff knows me. I feel no need to reinforce the fact they do a good job through constant tipping, the fact I keep returning should be plenty confirmation of that.

 

There was also the piss warm Budweiser 30-pack I drank with my brother and my friend one morning at Woodstock '99...followed by a bottle of even warmer peach schnapps.....that was a very strange morning...weed...nitrous... ecstasy...peyote...some dude gettin' head like 10 feet away.....met me a girl named Angel...and she weren't no angel, I tell you what.

 

A Schlitz recently cooked in the oven at 350 degrees for our college baseball team's "rookie night" my freshman year.

New Holland's El Mole Ocho is a close second.

 

they should have sold this with a bar of soap to wash out your mouth after