Bootleggers Rum Runners Raspberry

Formerly brewed at Bootleggers Brewpub
Style: Fruit Beer
Plattsburgh, New York USA

Serve in Flute

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Raspberry purree aroma, but at least there is an aroma to this beer unlike most smaples before this. Red/pink/oragne transparent color with a small white head. Hideous. Holy shit this is medicinal. Fruity raspberry taste up front with no sweetness. Finishes very bitter, thin, and medicinal. This tastes like the Kinney Drugs brand Guaifenisin DM that I was taking last week for a cold. I wish I was still congested...

UPDATED: MAR 24, 2004 A BEERLOVER'S APOCALYPSE, PART 6 AND FINALE: BLOW A BIG FAT RASPBERRY

If only I had a girlfriend. Girls like wussy fruit beers, right? She (whoever she would be) would have to be patient with me on my beer-travels, she would have to be willing to serve good beer at our wedding, we'd have to have a keg or two of North Coast Old Rasputin, or McNeills Imperial maybe, if it was in the winter like now anyway. We'd have our beer cellar; our kids would be named Saison, Kriek, and Framboise (isn't that an awesome name for a girl?); we'd live on some wonderful farmland in southeastern Wisconsin where the wild yeasts amazingly mimic those of Belgium, and we'd....

One sip brings me back to reality. Oh, the color was bad enough, Kool-Aid watery pink; and the nose is all sugary raspberry jam with an uneasy underlying off vinegar; but the flavor oh my god the flavor is of the cheapest raspberry jam, hot peppers, vinegar and a smidgeon of sour milk. The absolute worst fruit beer ever, the worst beer I've had in a brewpub; if Coors didn't hold a special place in my heart, this would even challenge it for supreme worst beer of all time!

I trudge out into the snow, weary from my ordeal, but a smile is on my face; I am not finished with my brewpub tour for the day -- Davidson Brothers in Glens Falls awaits, of which I have heard good stories (which indeed prove to be correct), and I cannot possibly ever duplicate this experience. I have found the worst of all brewpubs, and I have survived, to laugh and sing and write and drink another day. Rejoice!