If you will, picture a Tuesday night in Geneva, most every shop closed and we in the mood for a beer but not for getting out of our pajamas. So, like the good bums we are ,we roll out to the corner kiosk to pick up a pair of beers.
Not looking for fancy, just something cold and flavorful. Always up for the adventure, we reach past the Heiniken and go for the unknown label: Amsterdam Maximator.
Now the name alone makes one cower in the potential awesomeness of this beer. They didn't call it Amsterdam Prettygoodimator now did they?
It. Was. Awful. Imagine Old English malt liquor with a random aftertaste of stale whiskey (and not in that good Boilermarker way either).
They were finished, but barely. I think this botched attempt at "Blue Steel" says it all.
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