mandag den 30. marts 2015

Like making love in a canoo

Name of the beers: Moosehead and Molcon Canadian
Where we drank them: At the Canadian side of the Niagara Falls
Date of drinking: 29.03.2015
Judgement: a solid whatever; 3

How awesome is that?! 
I went to NYC to do some work and then figured: why not take advantage of already having crossed the Atlantics, and go visit my good friend Aaron in Buffalo?! So of course I did and saw the great city of Buffalo and the famous Niagara Falls - from both the US and Canadian side - I have now been to Canada (500 m. into a country still counts! I got a stamp in my passport and everything). Besides the awesomeness of a reunion with Aaron, I learned so much during these couple of days incl. all sorts of things about Buffalo, community work, the US welfare system, ate Buffalo wings and drank Buffalo beer.  

So this is the face of expectation -
excitement. A before-tasting picture.
A truly memorable experience was seeing the Niagara Falls. I needed beer to digest that experience. And being in Canada, we had Canadian beer. I know quite a few Canadians who are into beers, and somehow that made my expectations go high. 

However, we had two Canadian beers and they tasted completely the same. Of nothing. The best way for me comprehensively describe the taste is by quoting Monty Python: "It tastes a little like making love in a canoo - it's fucking close to water". 
And the disappointment... Not pretty. 

fredag den 20. marts 2015

Budweiser Blues

The name of the beer: Budweiser
Where I drank it: West side, New York City
Date of tasting: 20.03.2015
Judgement: 3

As you might have already noticed, dear follower, this blog post is in English. The reason is that I intend to force my English speaking and US based friend, Aaron to read these particular blog posts that I am writing from his country. 

I'm in New York City, so of course I'm drinking Budweiser. I enjoy some very fine blues music while I drink it, and some new Danish colleagues who are also in town for work (as am I). The blues was undoubtfully more interesting than the beer. Budweiser is just one of those really plane beers. Like a 'could I care less'-beer. A 'whatever'-beer. I mean its not bad or anything - but if the beer was a conversation, I would have fallen asleep, and not even be embarrassed about it because I would blame the boredom. And its label as 'King of Beers' is nothing but amusing... As if.   

Luckily for this particular beer, I drank it again a few days later out of a brown paper bag on the Staten Island Ferry, and living up to all this American awesomeness, it actually tasted a bit better.