If you have been reading my beer reviews for awhile you may have noticed that I like everything. I admit it. I like everything. There may be certain styles I like better than others, but for the most part I enjoy them all.
All but one.
Several years ago Jill and I (this was way before our beer names were given) had a Kingfisher. The beer, not the bird. For all I know the beer had the dead bird inside it, because it was the most foul tasting swill that I had ever tasted. We couldn’t even finish the bottle (people who know us will be amazed that we couldn’t finish a bottle of beer!). So we dumped it down the drain. I felt guilty dumping it as I was afraid of starting some environmental disaster in the water supply of Florida.
Zoom forward to 2010. For my Year in Beer challenge I decided to try a Kingfisher again. I really wanted to believe that the bottle five years ago was just some fluke. After all Kingfisher is the world’s No.1 selling Indian beer according to the Kingfisher website. (Interesting that it doesn’t say the worlds No.1 tasting Indian beer! )
So several weeks ago I opened the Kingfisher. The aroma, well, it was almost as bad as I remembered. I tasted it with apprehension. The words that come to mind: musty, skunky, moldy, and death(y).
This beer has been around for some time ( I mean the brand, not this particular bottle ) so this couldn’t be the norm. But what are the chances that the two bottles that I tasted, years apart, would be very, very (very!) bad. It affected me in such a way that I have purposely turned down opportunities to go to India on business because I was afraid that Kingfisher would be the only beer available.
Kingfisher (the beer not the bird). The one beer that will not touch these lips again.
Bad Beer Haiku :
Oh the Kingfisher
Never have I so tasted
Crap Like This
( I know the last line in the Haiku is missing a syllable, but this beer doesn’t deserve it!)
