Conversations about food are more often than not grounded in discovery and dissemination: Have you every tried blagh? O, you must go to blezz! And in the world of those suffered to write about food, questions about the value of negative reviews pop up with Swiss regularity: If little Cafe Blech is truly awful, wouldn't it be kinder to the restaurateur to just ignore it and let it go away quietly, devoting precious ink instead to pointing readers toward something they might actually like?
In this context it's quite liberating, then, to say that this weekend I discovered the worst beer of all time: Leinenkugel Sunset Wheat.* Sucked in by a low, low sale price and a fondess for wheat beer in the summertime, I bought a half-rack for a cookout. Luckily for the guests it got shoved to the back of the fridge and by the time it was cracked open everyone was already kinda drunk. Because no sober person could have stomached this sweet, flattish, chemically fruity abomination. Guests likened the flavor profile to, variously, Flintstones vitamins, Pez, and "blueberry-flavored baby aspirin."
Allegedly brewed with coriander and mint, the blueberry top-note totally overpowers whatever else is going on down there in the beer, rendering it more a creamy, beerish berry pop than anything else. Public opinion is mixed, but I stand by this one. The Jacob Leinenkugel Brewing Co. can take it.
What edibles do you cross the street to avoid?
*OK, I haven't sampled every beer out there (not for lack of trying) so, yes, it'd be more accurate to call this the worst beer I've ever tasted.