Icehouse

Brewed by Miller Brewing Company (MillerCoors)
Style: Pale Lager
Milwaukee, Wisconsin USA

An ok ice beer its my second favorite after Labatt Ice a chemocally taste not all too envoking of beer,

bottle. A crappy pale lager golden straw body white rocky head. Metallic off flavors watered down and simple.

Unfortunately to say, this is the beer that got me drinking. Cheap with lots of alcohol, it served it’s job. Now that I am all grown up, it can be rather difficult for me to drink this. Pale yellow, high carbonation and strong metallic taste. I suppose it still fills a job as getting college chicks drunk. I think I will pass.

Bottle. Just cheap, low quality, beer thats barely worth a mention. Im not going to waste any more time on this one.

This is clear with a small white head and no aroma or taste to mention. This is just the typical watery lager you have come to expect in the U.S.

on tap @ Blondies, Ft Lauderdale. Pretty bad american lager. Minimal taste, aromayet drinkable since there are very viable options in S FLA

9/20/08 From a 16oz can. Aroma is sour and very bready. Appearance is clear straw yellow with almost no white head. Flavor is sweet malt forward with slight sourness, simple, with a medium-high metallic bittering. Mouthfeel is light bodied with a high carb texture and dry finish. Overall, hard to get down, doesn’t seem to taste that bad, but gives me a gag reflex; unsure of the cause.

To begin, this rating was inspired by a user here by the name of keithd. He had some very creative descriptions when rating brews; some funny, some very strange, all very entertaining. I ran across his rating for Icehouse and remembered certain parts of it. Here is, more or less, his "review" of that beer, with some additional fictional parts by me and my own rating of it. Wherever you are Keith, this one’s for you:

You trudge along wearily in the middle of a blizzard. A crude made visor made from cloth does nothing for you as tiny snow pellets sting your eyes. The snow, the wind, the cold- forcing your eyes to become hot and tear. In the distance in a secluded forest, you make out what appears to be a crude structure. You think to yourself that you just may be able to ride out this storm if you could find yourself some shelter. As you draw closer, it’s appearance makes itself known. BEHOLD- A majestic icehouse! As you sit yourself inside of the structure, you light a lamp to discover a pile of 12 oz. bottles bearing the name Icehouse. You pour one into a clear stein vessel and notice the medium carbonation that drives away the bubbly white head all too quickly. Aromas of corn and grass hit the nose as you take in it’s majestic glory. It hits your mouth with a weak body, the corn is heavily apparent and has a malt liquor quality to it, but the finish is very inviting, making you want to drink more. You continue to pound away Icehouse after Icehouse in an orgasmic, raging, drunken fury. Your worn face from traveling has become one of great joy, all in part from this magical elixir! Pure drunken bliss seems imminent. Suddenly, a door opens! A shadow comes racing towards you! The creature, part yeti, part drunken frat boy, grabs you by the head and breaks you of your delightful journey in the mind. Exposing long yellow fangs, it starts tearing away at your face with them. You shreak in terror as blood comes pouring from your flesh. Fighting against the monster is useless as it now goes for your neck and starts to drain the life out of you. One lingering thought enters your mind before your journey into the upcoming void- you should have never entered the icehouse.