It was worth it, though. According to the lovely people at Cantillon, “‘Raspberry-Lambic’ already was synonymous with a sweet, artificially flavoured beer. This is why we decided to distinguish our beer from the other raspberry beers.” Apparently they decided to distinguish their beer from others by adding a heaping dose of kickass.
Historically I’ve avoided lambics, sours and other similar beers. But as I’ve explored the style more and more, it seems that the same thing I said previously about IPAs holds true here too: The market is cluttered with a lot of crap, which can sometimes drown out truly out of this world gems. This is one of those gems, and I’m completely hooked.
On a related note, Patrick had his own light bulb moment with IPAs today, while we were out to brunch at Metropolitan. Surprise, surprise, it was Victory’s HopDevil. Just like I did not too long ago.
And on an unrelated note, Murder She Wrote is amazing. But Cabot Cove is a the Murder Capital of the World, and Jessica Fletcher is a murder magnet.