Supplied – Quinn DombrowskiBrewery: Minhas Craft Brewery
Available At: Sherbrooke Liquor
At $11 for a six-pack of tall boys, I thought I had stumbled upon my own personal holy grail when I picked up Mountain Crest Blonde. It seemed like the perfect combination of low price, large volume, and decent ABV. I don’t think I’ve ever been more wrong about a beer in my life.
I’ll preface this review with one short statement: This beer blows, it’s terrible; if you want to stop reading here and never buy this beer you would be perfectly justified. But, if you want to find out exactly why this beer is the alcoholic equivalent of your dysfunctional Aunt having a public meltdown at thanksgiving dinner, read on.
Exquisitely coloured like urine after a day of chugging yellow Gatorade, this brew gets off to a great start. Continuing onto the nose and taste, we somehow have the overbearing presence of shitty white wine. Now, I know what you’re thinking, how does a beer smell like a wine? Well, your guess is as good as mine but I’m operating under the assumption that someone accidentally carbonated a seven dollar bottle of wine and just said, “fuck it, we’ll sell it as cheap beer, no one will notice.” This beer has only one redeeming quality: the complete lack of an aftertaste. With no noticeable finish, you can quickly forget you ever wasted your hard earned money on this pathetic, and somehow wine-like, excuse for a beer.
If you want your beer to taste the way giving up feels, rush out and buy this beer. If, instead, you prefer beer that isn’t intrinsically horrid, try literally any other type of beverage, I can guarantee it’ll be better than Mountain Crest Blonde.
