7% ABV bottled
We all have the shameful things we do when we get wasted. I have one buddy who gets sensual massages. Another can’t help but prank call an ex-girlfriend. As for me, I always end up stopping at an all-night Indian takeout place next to my apartment and gorging myself. And, believe me, the repercussions from my drunken act of shame is far worse than my aforementioned friends, even if their acts cost them $80 and a loss of dignity.
I live in Hell’s Kitchen but on 10th Avenue which isn’t quite as gentrified as 9th Avenue. It’s no “Gangs of New York” or anything, but it’s still a bit rough-and-tumble, and thus there aren’t as many places for late-night grubbing. Unfortunately no late-night pizzeria near my pad, a seeming impossibility in New York. Thus, I have to stop at this Indian place and gets some absolutely disgusting mystery-meat-with-rice styrofoam carton combo. I can’t help myself. I know the food sucks, I know, but I guess I’m just an optimist, positive at 3 AM, that’s this is the time, yes!, when the food will finally be good and hit the spot. But nope, it never is. Last night, I had no cash, and with a $4.99 combo price and only a card on me, I was forced to tell the guy behind the counter to fill a sack with samosas until I had cleared the minimum. That brown bag of fried meat pastries was so damn greasy that the bottom had nearly split before I’d even left the place. And the so-called chicken tikka masala was even worse. An oozing splatter of meat and sauce on some overcooked rice pellets.
You think being hungover is bad, well being hungover and still nauseous from this Indian food is about as bad as it get. Even worse, before I went out I pre-barred with a little Dogfish Head Punkin. Each burp today is an ejaculation of spicy chicken and Jameson, with a hint of pumpkin. That’s the real kicker. And it’s almost made me never want to have a pumpkin beer again, which is a damn shame as Punkin is a pretty good one.
Not the most potent smelling of pumpkin ales, just a slight spice odor. A great first taste. A full-bodied brown ale with a good pumpkin taste and the typical spices. However, one flavor came through that I don’t believe most pumpkin beers have — brown sugar. And that was a great addition.
Punkin is very drinkable for a 7% brew, but I would have preferred it to be a little more flavorful. Kinda mild as far as pumpkin beers go. A really great mouthfelel and a nice warming finish. A solid beer.