Okay, I'm a strong believer that any beer is good beer, or at least drinkable...even swill like Budweiser, Miller, Coors, etc. If it's a choice of beer or no beer, I'll go with beer.
Then I had a Rogue Dead Guy Ale last night.
I wasn't even planning to have a beer last night. I'd made my annual pilgrimage to Wendys (when I worked, I didn't eat a lot of fast food, but I maybe ate it, from one place or another, 2-3 times a month. Since then, and especially since I moved to Birmingham, it's been more like annual trips to one or the other. And oddly, I have, within 2 miles, Wendys, Sonic, Burger King, MacDonalds, Popeyes, Taco Bell, Arbys, and two local chains, Jack's and Milos.... Last month I did Burger King, this month it was Wendys).
So I was home, had eaten, and was about 15 minutes from watching the Democratic Debate when Monk called - he'd worked late, he didn't feel like cooking, did I want to meet him for dinner at Buck Mulligans. I didn't want to eat, of course, but I figured I could have a couple of those tasty 3-dollar Genessee House Ales. Purely to keep him company, of course...
Got there shortly before him, went up to the door, and realized it was packed. People lined up outside the door. I looked in and saw this huge projection TV, and realized they were having a Debate watch party. Fine, but I didn't feel like standing in line or sitting at a shitty table (I always sit at the booths next to the windows, so I can keep an eye on my car in the Chic-Fi-Let parking lot across the street, to make sure it isn't towed).
I went back across the street and met Monk in the parking lot there. Explained the situation. He wasn't happy. We figured we'd walk someplace else. The Black Market Bar and Grill was about a block away (they formerly occupied the space where Buck Mulligans is now), so we headed down there.
Empty. A couple of tables with people, couple more on the patio outside, but really dead - about as we'd thought Buck Mulligans would be on a Tuesday night at 7:30. Apparently the Debate Watch Party had made good business sense.
It was pleasantly cool, so we decided to sit outside. Monk ordered some kind of spicy chicken sandwich, I ordered a Truck Stop Honey Brown Ale - brewed in northeast Alabama, it's a reliable beer that I've had quite a few times. Monk's food arrived, I had a french fry and realized I was, indeed, too full to be eating anything.
When the server wandered back about ten minutes after leaving the food, I asked for the beer list and examined it. The Dead Guy Ale sounded like it might be okay as my second beer. I was wrong...
It seems like it's a highly rated beer, but it was fruity tasting. I don't like fruity beer. I don't like Blue Moon or any of that nasty stuff. When I'm drinking Mexican beer in a Mexican restaurant, I usually remember to tell them "no fruit". If I forget, I remove the lime or whatever before the beer touches my lips.
Like wine, each beer has different characteristics, and the main characteristic of Dead Guy Ale was some kind of fruitiness. It almost tasted like an off-brand of cough syrup, something with a phony chemical fruit flavor so kids won't spit it out.
I kept sipping at it, hoping that I would detect some other taste. I didn't. When Monk had paid the bill and was ready to go, I still had about half the pint in the glass, so I just chugged it. Waste not, want not.
About 20 minutes after I got home, I was slightly nauseated, though it did pass. Maybe they called it Dead Guy Ale because that was one of the ingredients. Those people in Oregon are whacky.
I'll call the disgusting Dead Guy Ale an anomaly, and continue to believe that all beer is good beer. But it's not as easy to believe that after last night.