It was an indecisive day at the wall of beer. As I sat contemplating what to buy, my local beer pusher, Sally, remarked how many of the beers on the wall seemed to have a devil, evil, end of the world theme. Perhaps the brewers of America know something we don’t? I figured, well, if I have to go, I should heed the message at hand. Theme week! What better way to understand brewmaster revelations than to drink the beers themselves. For the next couple weeks or until the world ends, whichever comes first, I will be subjecting myself to and revealing to you … the Beers of Evil.
This first beer I chose, some french* job named Belzebuth, immediately grabbed my attention with its gratuitous marketing. Taking up most of the neck was the massive announcement that this beer was 13% alcohol. Savoring dreams of being piss drunk after just one bottle, I poured the bottle into a glass and realized the second thing evil about this beer.
It didn’t fill the glass! (See the picture to the right). I knew the french were annoying, but to make me angry before I’ve even had a single sip was a special accomplishment. I soon discovered however, that the bottler was actual doing me a favor.
A little bitter, but still excited, I took a sip. Reaction: “WTF is this?”. It was like I was chewing it. Full of all sorts of heavy flavors, like gulping a rotten fruit salad. I was a trooper though and resolved to get through a bit more. Thankfully the next sip didn’t taste so rotten. As a matter of fact, it didn’t taste like beer at all. It was more like tonic water with a bunch of whiskey poured in. The kind of whiskey that comes in a plastic bottle. Evil indeed. This stuff was so nasty that even though I poured it out after only three small swigs, the boozy hobo aftertaste stuck with me for the rest of the evening.
If one can call this beer, then I wouldn’t hesitate to call it about the worst beer ever. Quoth Mike Myers: “It’s not just evil, its ‘e-veel’. Like the fru-its of the de-veel”
Frosty 9:14 pm on March 9, 2008 Permalink
*until france supplies me with a beer that doesn’t offend me so much, I refuse to capitalize. Team America, f**k yeah!
Walt Liquor 8:18 pm on March 13, 2008 Permalink
Hmmm, worst beer ever? I’ll be the judge of that! It can’t be worse than Schlitz, can it? [Shudder]
I don’t think I’ve had a high-alcohol beer yet that was good — all those quintuple-boch brews wind up tasting like someone stopped the beer-making process too early and bottled up the wort…
Patrick 7:52 pm on September 18, 2009 Permalink
I beg to differ, after a colleague and I stopped at this new dive in downtown, claiming to have 40 “adventurous beers” we came across a few interesting choices. And after a pint of Dogfish Head 90 Minute Imperial IPA, the 8oz Belzebuth was a welcomed departure. The taste didn’t stick with me long, but I felt it when it was gone.
Looking for retailers as we speak.
Large Hamster Cage 3:17 pm on January 30, 2010 Permalink
been looking for something like this all day
thanks.