Name: Menabrea 1846 / Birra Bionda
Style: Pale Lager
Price: $12 sgd or 22.52 georgian lari
Aroma: Dusty cereals, light malts, hint of sweet honey
Taste: Clean, crisp, malty, undernotes of bread
Will I look cool drinking this? I drank this in a 1 Michelin star restaurant, perhaps because I still wanted to feel real-as and “street” while being served by waiters who have more expensive haircuts than mine. I was rather surprised that nobody slapped me when I ordered the birra over the wine pairings for our 7-course gastronomical wankfest, but with the beer’s light, undisruptive taste, I understood why — It was like having sparkly alcohol water — it did nothing to mar the flavour notes of the aged shimo and ice plant (also, wtf are ice plants?!) and the other rare nibblets you’re pretending to enjoy. I lie, I actually fucking enjoyed the meal. I’m a pretentious piece of shit. Anyway, I wouldn’t recommend drinking this on a Saturday afternoon out with the boys, unless by ‘out with the boys’, you mean you’re babysitting 5-year-olds.
Would I drink enough of this to do a ‘Bourdain’? Depends on which period of Bourdain’s career we’re talking about. Although whichever that may be, the answer is probably, no. Not even “I’ve quit smoking and trying to eat healthier” Bourdain. This beer is bland and unassuming, trite and much-too-light — it’s the liquid equivalent of those mannequins-with-a-pulse egotistical men date so that they can cruise their way into their 70s with their masculinity intact. RIP Hugh Hefner.