Craig’s tasting
I’ve been researching this beer for almost ten years and it’s all going to culminate in this review, so I’m a bit like a boy with his first Playboy magazine (or Target catalogue for our poorer readers)—ready to release.
But in all honesty, I struggled to review this beer. Usually when I struggle for inspiration I go straight to the the ZOO magazine website www.zooweekly.com.au (and I would suggest those with the Target catalogues do this too).
But, as I clicked between the babe of the day, a dalmatian riding a bike and some ZOO girls playing strip poker, I was none the wiser as to why I couldn’t find the words to describe the taste of Coopers Pale Ale. I knew what it didn’t taste like. It didn’t taste like the Zoo Babe of the Day (at least not through the computer screen anyway). It tasted like the sweat of an angel
As an Australian male between the ages of 13 and 85, I am genetically disposed to enjoying a beer or two. Hence the chances of me enjoying this beer were always going to be good. But this beer takes it to another level.
A friend of mine likes to tell a story about a time when he was once having a few of these at his local pub. It was an unimportant Wednesday afternoon when before his eyes, the bar maid actually took on the form of a Unicorn while she poured it.
I’ve often looked for this effect while drinking this beer and I’ve come close a few times. Apparently it only happens with the most pure of Coopers Pale Ale batches.
I did once see a rat under the table when I was drinking in a Thailand bar, but that’s a different review story.
