Ok, so I finally broke down the other day and bought a sixer of Rogue Dead Guy Ale. I say “finally broke down,” because it takes a lot for me to drop $12 for a six-pack of anything that’s isn’t guaranteed to at least make my wiener tingle. Trust me, before I bought it I checked the label for some kind of guarantee to see if they could tell me what I was getting for that much coinage. There was no guarantee. Just a picture of a dead guy wearing a funny hat. Truth be told the name was good enough to warrant at least spending one night with Dead guy Ale.
I took the most expensive beer I’d ever bought home and put 5 in the fridge and 1 in the freezer while I got my grill grill fired up and swept the leaves off the porch. (Yes I know it’s the middle of winter, but cooking and eating outside in February is how we roll) By the time I was done, the beer in the freezer was as cold as a well digger’s left hand. Which is perfect.
I poured the Rogue into my trusty Dog ‘n Suds mug and let the head settle. Rogue Dead Guy Ale has a very sharp and distinct taste. However, after the first one the distinctness kind of disappears and by number 3 it tastes no different than the hundreds of specialty brews like it. Don’t get me wrong, this is a pretty good beer. It’s just not $12 a six-pack good. Probably the only thing this beer would be good for at this price would be to take it to a party, put it in the fridge and then show your butt when you realize everybody drank it just to see what it tasted like while you were outside.