If there’s one thing I like about beer, it’s nothing.
Seriously. I’ve never been a fan of beer, and only recently have I attempted to train my taste buds to enjoy it. I’ve had very, very minor success, and most of my results only further solidify my dislike of beer.
HOWEVER. I’m not here to shit all over your affinity for cracking open a cold one with the boys. In fact, I’m celebrating it alongside you. Eh, maybe I’ll celebrate with a nice, crisp hard cider.
I’m joking. PARTIALLY.
In an effort to try something new, and at the recommendation of a coworker, I bought a can of peanut butter milk stout. Now, from my very limited knowledge, stouts are heavy; they’re dense, they’re dark in color, and they sit in the deepest pits of your stomach until you belch up the stench of regret. (I suppose the brewery chose its name fittingly.)
I feel the need to say that I did not buy directly from the brewery itself, as it is located in San Diego, and I’m way up north in the Emerald City. I did, however, find it at Trader Joe’s, where you can get a six-pack for $12.49. You can also buy a single can, for however the hell much it costs on its own, because I don’t remember.
As far as flavor profile, the peanut butter is there, but not overwhelming. Yet, nor is it terribly noticeable, but I wouldn’t say that’s a bad thing. I’ve noticed that stouts are more apt to contain flavors that involve sweet, dessert-y influence, such as chocolate, peanut butter, sponge candy, and coffee. (If there’s an umbrella term to describe these types of flavors, please let me know, because I want there to be.) This one in particular has a nice, satisfyingly sweet, and yet not overbearing, taste to it.
When poured into a glass, a lovely, frothy head built up and met the brim, which I hear is a good thing. Really, I just wanted to use the word head, and act for a moment like I knew what I was talking about. I don’t have a photo of it, because I didn’t take one. Whatever; I’m not a beer sommelier. Leave me alone. There is another can in my fridge, so if I decide to crack open another cold one (sans boys), maybe I’ll take a photo of it then. And maybe I won’t. If I do, I’ll edit this post and insert it below this paragraph. Check back to see, if you care that much.
I won’t bother giving this beer a star rating, or anything definitive like that. I’ll simply say that it was pretty good and I enjoyed it, which says a lot for me. I will also say that due to its heaviness, I had to pace myself while drinking it. And as I sipped towards the bottom of the glass, I reached a point after which I inevitably made faces. This tells me one of two things: either I’m truly not meant to develop a taste for beer, or I haven’t drunk enough of it. I’ll decide which later on.
Have you tried the peanut butter milk stout from Belching Beaver Brewery? What did you think? What other flavors should I try? Happy drinking! 🍻