My lovely bride to be also brought me back one of these from Shikoku. I don't know anything about it, except that the fact that I can't remember how it tasted at all. I want to say it tasted just like every other Japanese beer, and the fact that I can't remember is not a good thing. Of course, the old lady is only so much help, as when I asked her where she bought it she replied: "At a store."
I won't complain.
After drinking a few of these jibeers while waiting on the local train, we caught a local celebrity playing a show at the Toyohashi "House of Crazy". He's good, and if you see Andrew Scott is going to be playing near you, check him out.
As usual, I finished off the night with a sack of Malt's for the train ride home. For us down here far far away from good jibeer....there's almost nothing better!
2 comments:
Why do so many Japanese craft beers have such boring labels?
Agreed Chris....For my money, it doesn't get any better than Angry Boy, inside and out.
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