It's not Grapefruit, It's Spoiled
Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 8:37 pm
I was at a pub in town today for lunch, yesterday too. I asked the lovely bartender for the same beer: Sam Adams Winter (they only have four beers on tap)
When it arrived, it was quite different from what it should be. I found it acidic. My partner tasted it, he thought it bad too. Two other guys with us tasted it and started discussing what it was. Nobody thought Sam Winter. One guy said grapefruit IPA. I brought it to the attention of the bartender. She immediately offered me something else. I accepted a Lagunitas IPA bottle, and advised her to have the manager taste it. He didn't, but instead looked at the keg, confirming that it was Sam Adams. She returned and told us it was Boston Lager. I said I was pretty sure it was spoiled, but it definitely was not right for Boston Lager or Winter. The manager still didn't taste it, the guys at the bar still debated what it might be. Then they brought in an obvious expert: A hipster looking guy with a full beard and a bottle opener on his hip. He tasted it. The verdict: Spoiled Beer. They changed the keg.
I know infected beer when I taste it, I've brewed enough of it. The other guys paid for my lunch.
When it arrived, it was quite different from what it should be. I found it acidic. My partner tasted it, he thought it bad too. Two other guys with us tasted it and started discussing what it was. Nobody thought Sam Winter. One guy said grapefruit IPA. I brought it to the attention of the bartender. She immediately offered me something else. I accepted a Lagunitas IPA bottle, and advised her to have the manager taste it. He didn't, but instead looked at the keg, confirming that it was Sam Adams. She returned and told us it was Boston Lager. I said I was pretty sure it was spoiled, but it definitely was not right for Boston Lager or Winter. The manager still didn't taste it, the guys at the bar still debated what it might be. Then they brought in an obvious expert: A hipster looking guy with a full beard and a bottle opener on his hip. He tasted it. The verdict: Spoiled Beer. They changed the keg.
I know infected beer when I taste it, I've brewed enough of it. The other guys paid for my lunch.