A.K.A. Old Chicago’s World Beer Tour
Apparently we’re still making up for skipping 3 Sundays-worth of drinking because after work yesterday it was decided that we should go to Old Chicago again. Since the last two nights were spent in Mexico (beer-wise), I decided to bring things back home with all American beers.
Beer 29: Brooklyn Brown Ale (New York, United States)
This was kind of gross – mainly because the aftertaste is really strong and really weird. There’s practically no chance that I would ever order this again if I weren’t getting credit for it towards either a tour or mini-tour.
Beer 30: Highland Kashmir IPA (North Carolina, United States)
This was also terrible. Way to lose, North Carolina. This seems to be America’s attempt at India’s pretzel-batter beer, but with a stupid name like Highland Kashmir, I probably should’ve seen it coming. It also turns out the IPA stands for India Pale Ale. From my personal experience, India is NOT a good country to be modeling your brews after.
Beer 31: Fat Tire Ale (Colorado, United States)
I went in with the intention of only having two beers, but somewhere along the way that plan completely went to shit. Because the first two sucked, I felt like I needed something decent, and one of my co-workers had let me try a sip of the Fat Tire Ale, which almost regrettably was completely awesome. Why regrettably? Because it’s a 22 oz. bottle, immediately doubling my intended alcohol intake. But yes, Fat Tire is a great, great beer that I would absolutely order again.
Beer 32: Mickey’s Fine Malt Liquor (Wisconsin, United States)
By this point, I was pretty…effected. Let’s call it effected. For one, I hadn’t REALLY eaten since 4PM, and whatever I had eaten was long gone so I was borderline drinking on an empty stomach save for a mini-pizza to go with their Pizza and a Pint special. Plus, I’m a hyper-lightweight anyway. All that to say that by the time I finished all 22 oz. of the Fat Tire, I was determined I might as well hit 4 beers for the night. I mean, how stupid would it have been if this post ended with Beer 31? Less stupid than having a fourth/fifth-ish beer? Maybe.
Truth be told, I don’t fully remember what this one tasted like. It wasn’t bad, I know that much. I think the problem was that it was borderline flavorless to begin with, so I’m not sure what the point of ordering again it would be.
Fat Tire wins this round by a landslide.