Mrs Who? Oh you mean that famous old Victorian Cookery book writer? Yes indeed!!
This week we have two delightful dessert recipe beers. That's right, I drink this shit so that you don't have to.
I jest of course, sometimes they are actually good.
So we have an Apple Strudel beer. Followed by a rhubarb and custard beer. Mental, just plain mental.
Well, when the Geese go honk the beers go DONK! As Aristotle was fond of saying.
First up, the Strudel.
The Western Wall. Sounds a bit portentous. If the northern wall is protecting us from winter what the fuck is the Western Wall protecting us from?
Anyway, I have a bad feeling about this beer. I am trying to be positive but the idea of apples in my beer makes me feel a bit nauseous.
It looks like a good beer. Nice big head on a skinny body like a hippo on a celebrity diet. A fine clear gold too.
Time to take the plunge.
Ooft, it's not very good. Fake saccharin sweetness with a hint of Apple and cinnamon. Not very convincing flavours at all and there is virtually no beer flavour. Just this cloying artificial fruit nonsense.
Yuk. 2/10 booms!
Can the glorious Rhubarbra save me?..
Say what you like, it's quite a witty name. Not worry enough to raise a laugh or anything but perhaps a small smile...
Pours well just like the last one. Not necessarily a good sign given that the last one was balls. A rather splendid hazy gold this one.
Best blow that head off and get tucked in, as the prostitute said to the bishop.
Sweet!! Not good sweet, shit sweet! Again another artificial, sticky horrible sweet thing!? Have these people never heard of using real ingredients!? Boak, that's getting fucked down the sink. 1/10 booms.
Well well. A poor showing this week. Like crypto this week, the beers are getting flushed downwards. In this case, down the sink. I'm off to get some wine or something. Raar!
Cheers!