Market Street Cole Porter Stout

Formerly brewed at Market Street Brewery & Public House (TN)
Style: Porter
Nashville, Tennessee USA

Serve in English pint, Stem glass

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I miss this beer so much. It has been my favorite porter that I have ever had. Please bring it back.

Clear dark brown coloured body with a small tan head. Aroma of bittered malt with some coffee aroma as well. Medium to Light-bodied; Subtle chocolate and coffee flavours roam around the roasted malt backbone. Aftertaste is short and some of the hops are noticeable at the end. Overall, a decent porter, not my favourite though! I had this on draught at the Flying Saucer in Nashville, Tennessee.

I’d like to believe that somehow, somewhere, somebody is going to pay dearly for creating this hellaciously foul substance. It looks nice enough but, then again, it’s a stout. It’s supposed to be dark, and it’s dark. Has a nice, thick head. Even has a decent aroma, with very detectable roasted malts. Initial impression, of course, is quite positive, as all of the pre-taste categories are met rather nicely. Unfortunately, I didn’t quit while I was ahead. I tasted it. It touched my lips. Put simply, this is possibly the singly most atrocious stout ever forced upon the world. An infinite number of monkeys brewing with an infinite number of feces-stained hands couldn’t create a worse tasting brew than this. Somehow, the flavor winds up being a cloyingly, syrupy sweetness. Finish is gaggingly pungent and medicinal. Palate is literally reminiscent of drool. The overall impression on this one is a mixture of generic brand lemon cough syrup, wood grain alcohol, and human spit. Really. It really did taste like that. I actually passed it around the table to several other people just to make sure it wasn’t me and both of them spit this “beer” out, coughing and gagging. Perhaps I got a bad batch, but I don’t see how quality control could have missed this one. To paraphrase Monty Python, this is not a beer for drinking. It’s a beer for laying down and avoiding. If offered one of these, run screaming in the opposite direction.

My favorite, this dark has the right amount of bitterness and stands up well with food.