Blue Ridge Lager

Bought on a whim for a barbecue once upon a time, Blue Ridge Lager was part of a family of beers, the other two being Red Ridge and White Ridge. You can glean the theme, surely.

They came in bottles painted solidly in the color of their name, which, while novel, became after the fact a little suspicious, like they were possibly covering large pieces of tree bark and fungus floating in the product.

Which leads up to me saying that this might be the worst beer I have ever tasted. Even before tasting, you know you're in trouble, as an odor blasts you in the face, which I can only describe as Harry Knowles's soiled underwear soaked in rancid cottage cheese.

The taste is on par with the stench, just pure hell to choke down … I can't imagine what it would taste like coming back up. Oh, God, that's it, review over. My gorge is rising just recalling it.

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Review by Mario Speedwagon