Mickey’s — A frosty liquid throwdown
The particular 24 oz. can of Mickey’s that I purchased had a picture of an Ultimate Fighting champion on it, with gloves on, dukes up, ready to pummel your liver. Surprisingly, it wasn’t terrible — like most malt liquors, it is tolerable if served extremely cold. Also like most malt liquors, the horribleness factor rises sharply as you approach the bottom of the can. Near the bottom, as your hand’s warmth causes the actual flavor to come out, and as your repeated swilling stirs up lots of frothy bubbles, the remaining beer is absolutely undrinkable. You gotta like the marketing with UFC, though — this beer might be bad, but it’ll kick some butt on the top shelf of your fridge. Don’t put it near the mayonnaise, or someone might get hurt…
Frosty 10:10 pm on June 27, 2007 Permalink
I would like to give special commendation to Walt for daring to drink this stuff. If he manages to down and review some Colt 45, he will have reached the pantheon of my beer heroes, and perhaps learned a new way to force vomiting in the process. Chug on my friend, chug on.
bucky 10:13 pm on June 27, 2007 Permalink
Yeah mickey’s pretty much was the first malt liquor I ever blacked out on. At least I woke up in a safe place. Good Times.
Walt Liquor 6:35 pm on June 28, 2007 Permalink
The majestic Colt is next, if I can find it. For some reason, the local beer barn doesn’t sell it. Maybe I’ll have to get it delivered… Alternatively, there’s a legend that if you say Billy Dee William’s name five times in the mirror, he appears in your house with a keg of the Colt and two frosted mugs. Then you wake up three days later with no memory of what happened…