I found a bottle in the back of the man fridge this evening that I didn’t recognize so I grabbed it out of curiosity. Sporting a label that would be more at home on the cover of a Doors album, it was absent of any recognizable logos but clearly stated “Strawberry Blonde”. Closer inspection revealed that it was brewed by Bayhawk Ales (Irvine, CA) for Belmont Brewing (Long Beach, CA).
It’s hot, I’m thirsty, I pop the top.
The lovely fragrance of strawberries slaps me in the face before I even pour. My immediate thought is “did I mistakenly open up someone’s malt strawberry beverage that was left over from a party?”. I do a double take of the label and no where does it say “beer” or “ale”, but I know Bayhawk is a brewery so I pour and I taste.
This happened @ 7:30 and it’s 10:30 now
Half the bottle is still sitting here next to me. I don’t know why I drank the other half; curiosity, hope, faith? Whatever the reason, it was not a good enough one. The thing about strawberries is they need to be ripe to enjoy their sweet and slightly tart goodness. This beer has none of that.
It actually smells and tastes like an artificially sweetened children’s cough syrup. It’s been a long time since I’ve not finished a beer, but tonight there is good cause. I’ll give this 1/2 bottle cap, and that’s only because it was a beer colored liquid in a bottle I might get a nickel for @ the recycler.
Oh, and I think I know which one of you (cough, Bruce, cough) brought this into my home… and I am not amused.