Such was this case with this chubby bottle. At first, the intricate lettering on the label drew me in, like an well-dressed, though slightly stout lady from across the bar. I picked it up and for a low price was able to take it home with me.
The beer slipped into something a little more comfortable while I played video games, revealing a fairly generic, indistinguishable form. Really, it could have been any beer from any bar in Chicago. But I'd had a long day at work and didn't care. Beer was beer and I was going to enjoy me some. The first sip was...interesting...too early to judge for sure, but it was clearly something wasn't quite right. As I finished the beer from Bamberg, Germany I made sure not to rush and to ensure I was doing it justice. After all, someone had put a lot of time into that beer and it would be unfair to not give it a chance. My final assessment was that it was basically a generic European beer. It tasted a lot like Stella Artois, but with a kick I couldn't quite place. Doing some research, I came across the website of the brewery and learned a bit more about the beer. It turns out, they call this style "Rauchbier," which in German, translates to "Smoke Beer." Finally! The name said it all and shed light on the entire experience. It tasted like someone had brewed the beer then filtered it through an ashtray. Chicago finally got around to banning smoke in bars, and now to will I ban smoke from my beers.In the end I learned that even though the outside may look mildly intriguing, often times you'll find a chubby pale disappointment.
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