But the SA "version of a Belgian lambic [is] brewed with the juice of native American cranberries..." is simply repulsive. SA's Cranberry Lambic was described by other members of the HBT forum as gross, and I tend to agree, but I also shared the strange phenomenon that fellow HBT'ers had; their wives/girlfriends loved this brew. I had my wife try some, while disguising my little kid like giggles of delight at the unsuspecting victim's reaction to this vile potable, but I was the one giggled at when she smiled and expressed surprise in the fact that this smelled like beer but tasted good! I got outright laughter when I asked if she wanted to finish the bottle, because I couldn't simply pour out an almost full beer. She didn't believe my threats, and because I wanted to make her feel like she actually knew me well I forced myself to consume the entire contents of the pint glass while grimacing like I imagine I did the first time my parents forced me to eat all the brussel sprouts on my plate.
Lambic, which I mistakenly told my father was iambic, beer is unique in the fermentation process which is began with wild airborne yeasts, and not by the "pitching" of carefully isolated strains, selected over years of cultivation. I doubt SA is actually leaving great vats of boiled wheat and barley malt wort open to the environment of the greater Boston area, lest they infect their brew with pigeon poop and "big dig" dust, but by the flavor of this beer one might be persuaded without much difficulty to believe just that.
This beer is sour. Not good sour, like bread, but bad sour, like 3 days on the counter yogurt, with the cap left off, during summer.
I've got 3 bottles of this left, and it's either going to be relabled as Boston Lager just to perpetrate a most heinous April Fool's joke, or for my wife to enjoy.
Here's looking at you kid...
4 weeks ago





