When I checked out at the liquor store, the clerk said "Hey, good choice."I said, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, and you even found the wide-mouth bottles!" the clerk said.
"Uh huh?"
"People come from all over to find those. They're hard to find. That's why we always have them in stock," the clerk explained.
"Well, awesome then," I said.
I spent a few minutes tonight deciding if I should just get a really big Miller High Life, or try a new beer. I knew you guys were probably dying for a new beer review, so I decided to get Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor.
I had only had Mickey's once before, back in college. At the time, I preferred to get lit on Icehouse and Old English 800, unless I had enough cash for Jack Daniels. So, it's fair to say that I haven't really drank Mickey's before.
I tried to find some interesting history about Mickey's, but five minutes on Google and Wikipedia didn't turn up anything interesting apart from a UFC sponsorship.
So, what does this stuff taste like?
Alcohol. With some beer in it.
The curious thing about Mickey's is that as you drink, the beer taste becomes more prominent and the alcohol taste less so. So, the drinking experience gets progressively more enjoyable, at least.
Tonight, I had a Mickey's with my dinner: White Castle Frozen cheeseburgers. Mickey's is NOT a good compliment. I recommend either eating your sliders, or drinking your Mickey's, but never combine the two.
In the interest of science, I poured a little into a glass, thus becoming the first person ever to put malt liquor in a glass. I'll probably get a Nobel prize for it. It's not a bad color, and has a decent head.
Now, for $4.99, I really expect a lot more out of my beer. Mickey's is OK, but I won't buy it again. All the same, if someone offers me one in the future, I won't run screaming from the room.
Check out my previous manly beer reviews here:
Coors - The Banquet Beer
Pabst Blue Ribbon
Michelob Lager
Miller High Life
Schlitz
2 comments:
I remember having a Mickeys drinking contest with my best friend back in my college days. We got the wide-mouth bottles (which was the point of the contest in the first place) and timed each other to see who could drink one the fastest.
I don't remember who won.
I don't remember what the times were.
I don't remember how many we drank.
I don't remember what it tasted like.
All I remember is vomiting. Lots and lots of vomiting.
Good times, good times...
Yikes. Man, there's nothing worse than that 2nd time around cheap beer smell...
But I bet it was tons of fun all the same. Good thing we're older and wiser now, eh? ;)
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