Me: Hey Mark, do you like ginger beers?
Mark: Of course, that’s what I grew up on in the Caribbean
Me: That’s kinda gross
So I went downstairs and grabbed only the second ginger beer I’ve ever had in my fridge. This was right before dinner, so we were hungry and were helping get things ready…read distracted.
I poured them out and got hit with some serious ginger smell. It was worse than Crabbie’s, which I didn’t think possible. All you can taste it raw ginger. No beer, I don’t even think that added any, just squeezed a bunch of ginger root into a bottle and capped it. It had a nasty, bad Chinese food booty.
Needles to say, not even Mark, Mr. I-grew-up-on-ginger-beer, liked it. That can’t be good…..