Tapped Beer

Trying really hard to get excited about this bottle of Gouden Tripel.  Why? Well, it's available in kegs down here in the southwest and the idea of sticky 7% Belgian beer on tap at the red room is a bit swoony.  I like the idea of tripels: hop oil, sticking on your tongue and letting go like the oddly horrible moment of breaking contact with, like, a magnet or suction cup or some such.  I get the sense of tack, talcum, enamel.  Something shiny and repellent, lacquer.

So, open the bottle and let it sit and see it in the corner of my eye with this sleepy stocking cap head fissure solidifying off the neck, peaking all lazy and gross from the bottle: sick-o!

But then - this beer is burnt, metal as in burnt black metals.  A very serious comment on aftertaste that's something like a hello from the hell of cheap american session brew that never gets a step past the upper levels of purgatory.  And up front? Silly holiday candy, the sharpest type of candied flavor, gingerbread, shit-fire, its gingerbread with those red buttons to boot, almost smells warm-fresh-soft but then its candy-candy-candy.

I like this, its not a frequency beer, its off the spectrum in a kind of anti-hero here's-some-perspective way.  Goofy kid in the corner has something to offer...maybe.  The hops are buried rather brutally, or extracted in difficult ways.  There's gross honey I suppose and sick-o semi-artificial fruit like jackfruit and the like. The whole thing is a funny sort of fuck-you but not in the 'fuck me?...fuck me?' sort of way because there's nothing begging confrontation here, its the kid in the corner you know; its always your choice to engage.

So, on tap? Only if we can sock the handle with a gym-striped smiley face.