Your worst beer experience

Man that does sound shitty. I like the one about how the nail polish remover smell fades...awesome

 

I've been wondering how long it would take before someone broached that particular subject...

 

Beer? Sam Adams Triple Bock. 1997 vintage. Experience? "Drinking" that "beer".

 

Widmere's pickly pear braggot. Its a long story but i ended up losing a 150 dollar pair of shoes, and the horrid after taste lingered for well over a day.

 

I once drank warm old Milwaukee while playing beer pong in Flint, Michigan. I started looking into craft beer in the years that followed.

 

Ever here of St Ides? Apparently it doesn't age well. Approximately 3 years old in my parents garage we found this 40 oz w chunks floating in it. Definitely a funkdified 40 if I ever seen one and the grossest thing I've seen a human ingest before I was conne into watching two girls one cup but anyhow my friend was dared to drink just a sip of it. When he opened it, it smelled vile but still ha some beer like scent in there but smelling it alone almost made me vomit. mind you he was already drunk. He drank a solid 10 oz out of it an said " it's not bad" turned around and puked all over my parents garage. I tried to clean it up and there I was puking in puke that smelled sooooo baaaddddd. Luckily I grew out of that stage a long time ago ... No Not doing dumb stuff but not drinking shyte beer.

 

Lets just say needing stitches in my eye brow after trying to fight a drunk punk rocker or grtting jumped by a group of bros made me stop getting wasted. Craft beer made me sip and prob saved my life

 

i could lie and say i lost a bet.

 

I had a grain belt years ago, 2008ish, and it had a bad interaction with my medication I'm on and I was tripping out like crazy - all off of one bottle that I had nursed for 3 hours (because it tasted like shit). Super paranoid, everything was moving fast and scared the shit out of me. Hallucinating. Just a bad deal.

 

Beer festival in early 2012 in the Tampa area, think that narrows it down enough. I was going to meet up with a beer guy I was acquaintance to & his friends whom had a hotel room. I'd never met his friends and hardly knew him. Got pretty drunk at the fest through out the day thinking I'm ok to drink checked in to split a hotel room with these 3+ people. Immediately following the acquisition of said "acquaintance's" allotted rare beer, he tells me his wife needs him home (which is 2+ hr drive) and he's leaving. I'm left with random strangers whom I only knew through him in a shared hotel room which I already paid for. I did not spend the night & was not offered my money back when I notified them I wasn't staying. 2:15 min drunk drive home by myself and short $30 for a hotel room I never slept in. Shitty experience. Guess I shouldn't complain though, the beer was good.. the people, not so much.

 

August 30, 1980. Not 100% beer... I was a co op student working for the fisheries department. Drinking age was 18 at the time, so me drinking wasn't unusual. My 21st birthday was the day before, I had gotten my first 4.0 semester in college, and was living on my own. Between coworkers and fishermen, I don't think I spent five bucks all night, and if I had it should have been on food. Shots of scotch followed by bottles of beer were endless...no clue how much alcohol I drank. I was doing pretty well with a young lady named Rhonda (a coworkers sister) until I asked her if she was wearing stockings (she wasn't) and my head slammed into the table, out cold and not because of a right hook from Rhonda... Next thing I remember is sitting on the sidewalk heaving, my drunk but not unconscious boss holding me up out of the gutter. No idea how, but he got me home on foot, poured me in to my bed. I spent the next three days worshipping the porcelain god, praying for the room to stop spinning, and the shakes to cease. Right to the point of alcohol poisoning, I reckon, and very lucky to be here to tell the tale. Wasn't the first episode of overindulgence, but certainly the worst and the last.

 

Honestly, that's a little weird because although that is alot of strong ass beer, it's really about the same amount of alcohol as a bottle of strongish California wine, like a Zin.

 

Last year at a tasting event I had my first sour. Somebody should have prepared me.

 

You gotta get the mango version. Or American Light as i posted in another thread which is the cheaper option.

PS Dont tell that to anyone in Pittsburgh at a Pens game.

 

Lionshead. Just, Lionshead. I think you could make a mixture of rusty tap water and my wife's period and it would taste less metallic.

 

Yeah, this stuff too. Take everything I just said about Lionshead and apply it thusly.

 

Worst experience ever, all because of customer service...

Went to Papago brewery/bottle shop in Phoenix a few years back. I had heard a lot of great things about the selection there and was taking a co-worker and his wife out to celebrate his (I think) 40th wedding anniversary. He was really interested in craft, but had never really branched out on styles.

The selection certainly held up to my expectations, going in I see a bunch of favorites and a lot of things I'd been wanting to try. So I specifically asked the bartender if I can open the bottles here. "Sure, there's a bottle opening fee though." Yep, no problem. So I get rolling on picking out beers. I end up getting 5 beers to try and share with my co-worker and his wife.

As I'm checking out, I pick the first one out and say let the guy know this will be the first one we want to open and I make sure it's no problem to open the others as we go on. "Yeah, of course, just bring it up and pay the bottle fee and you're covered!" Before I pay, the guy goes "If you want to grab another one, there is a discount on a mix-your-six." Heck yeah, I'm in. I gladly go pick another one up. Then I pay, take the beer to the table, and pour the tasters of the first beer. Can't remember which one it was, but I do remember it was well received. Time for the next!

I take the next bottle up to the bar and cheerfully tell the bartender we're all set for the next. The lady now tending the bar says to me "We can't open that for you." What? Why not? "You got the six pack discount." I point out that I had already talked to the other bartender and he suggested I do the discount knowing my intentions and that I had already had one opened for me. "It doesn't matter, we can't open those for you. You'll have to buy something else if you want to drink it here." Ok... well how about I just pay the difference of the discount so I can then give you more money to let me drink my own beer here. "We don't take returns on beer." I was so confused by her stance at this point because I am standing there literally trying to give her money so that I can drink the beer I already own. I mean, the only expenses they would incur to take my ~$20 is cleaning a few extra glasses. I explain that I don't want to return the beer, but simply want to remove the discount and pay full price. She refuses and again tells me if I want to drink there, I need to buy some other beer.

I was furious. I walked back to the table and asked my friends if they wanted to go somewhere else. We had also planned on staying for a couple pizzas as well, so that sale was also lost. Instead of going there 2-4 times per month, I didn't go back for 3 years until a friend's birthday and he asked me to meet him and was there. I went in for one beer.

Sadly, I really like some of the beer brewed there (drank at O.H.S.O. when tasting from friends' glasses) but am EXTREMELY sensitive to customer service. It's not that hard to treat someone right. And I don't mean right as in stellar, amazing experience, I just mean decent enough that I feel like people aren't actively trying to ruin my evening.

Sidenote: I mentioned O.H.S.O. in a thread of bad experiences, but I have NEVER had a bad experience there. Check that place out if you're in Phoenix and haven't been. Great beer, great food, AND great staff have made it a staple for me when I'm around.

 

Worst experience was this past 4 elf party at dark horse. Those guys have absolutely no idea how to run an event. It seems like the just jumbled it together the night before. 12 hours of waiting in line, Impossible to even get a beer and then they tell you that what you came for is out. If they weren't expecting as many people I would have them rather cut allotments in half like kbs than making me wait for 12 hours in line. Anyways they acted horribly to receiving any criticism. It was like talking to a 12 year old girl. They have a lot of growing up to do. I'd hate to see them go cause they can make good beer, they just have no idea how to manage and run things.

 

They made you wait in line for 12 hours? Or did you choose to wait in line for 12 hours?

 

there was no other option, no direction, just wait in line for the beer. I tried to leave to grab a beer and had to wait another hour. poorly organized and a poor use of space and time. Horrible horrible management skills. I would hate to see their accounting department...