Thick as Thieves.

Everyone has to leave. And I will say that when I do leave, it’s not because I see something better or anything like that. It’s just that it’s time. When I do leave, it will be the hardest thing. This is my seventh year, and I mean, that’s my family, it’s my heart, it’s New York, to me. But you know, you have to leave things that you love.

Still can’t believe she left the show. I am devastated.

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#331: Voodoo Bacon Maple Ale – Rogue Ales, Newport, Oregon

No way I wasn’t reviewing this one when I spotted the bottle. When this beer was released, it was absolutely hammered by critics. Beeradvocate, Ratebeer, various publications, they all shoved the mastersword of disapproval into the heart of this brew. So naturally, I had to try it. Brewed with Briess Cherrywood Smoked Malt, Weyermann Beechwood Smoked Malt, House-smoked Hickory Malt, Great Western 2 Row, Munich, C15 and C75, hopped with Perle and Sterling, with Applewood-Smoked Bacon and Maple flavoring added. Checks in at 5.6% ABV.

The bottle caught my eyes the second I entered the liquor store. I’m pretty sure you won’t be requiring an explanation, but somewhere between the bright pink and pigs I had pretty much decided this was something I had to try. Call me a sucker, go ahead. I can take it. Upon inspection, you would probably think you’re looking at your everyday amber ale, or a slightly darker India Pale Ale, all capped off by a great deal of off-white foam. But then the aroma happened… oh did it ever. There’s one word I can choose to adequately describe it: Breakfast. Just envision yourself waking up on Christmas morning to your mother’s breakfast spread. Rich maple syrup, drizzled over a stack of pancakes, with crisp, smoky bacon and sausage rounding things out. That’s exactly what this beer smells like.

Have you ever wanted to know what it’s like to down a bottle of Aunt Jemima? Well, you can find out by downing a bottle of Aunt Jemima, or by drinking this beer. If I were you, I would choose the latter. It’s perhaps one of the most bizarre beer-drinking experiences I’ve ever had. I’m not really sure whether I hate it or love it, but one thing I’m sure of is my inability to put it down. It’s very, very rich. And sweet. Very sweet. The maple syrup shines above all competition here, smacking your lips and palate with sticky sweetness that will linger long after you’ve finished the beer, and there’s a considerable bite up front from both carbonation and the intensity of the sweetness. Midway through I get more underlying smokiness and bacon, and a burning wood flavor that undercuts all of the beer’s sweetness. The finish was riddled with syrup. Lots of it.

The Verdict: Screw drinking it from a pint glass. Drizzle it all over your pancakes and have at it. If you’re not into having your teeth hurt from overwhelming sweetness, you’ll probably hate this beer. But regardless, it’s an absolute must try, for the bizarreness of it alone.

I have been meaning to try this beer! We have a bacon brown ale on draught at my work, but I can’t really taste any bacon in it. My palate wanty. Wanty now.

Me: Why haven’t we had this, yet? *shows screen to otter*

Him: I didn’t think you wanted to.

Me: *dubious long stare*…who are you?

My life won’t be complete until I have consumed all of this.

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One of my favourite “fuck you” albums ever.

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