Mamma Mia! Pizza Beer

When I bought a bottle of this Mamma Mia! Pizza Beer, the man at the cash register advised me, “You might want to save this until you can share it with someone.  Wait until you have a friend over . . . preferably a friend you don’t care for very much.”  When I chuckled in surprise he added, “Let’s just say the beer is interesting.”

So I waited to open it until Erik Rottmann visited me, not because I care only a little for Erik as a friend.  Rather, I gave up trying to impress him years ago.  If I must suffer through an experience, he would be the best one to share it with.

To give the beer the benefit of every doubt, I followed the label instructions and served it in wine glasses.

And actually it wasn’t as bad as all that.  It tasted like beer and pizza. Perhaps this is a good way to present a unique beer.  Set the drinker up for something horribly weird and then with his or her expectations extremely low, the weird beer might stand a chance.

I don’t recommend Mamma Mia! Pizza Beer. On the other hand, I don’t suggest dumping it in the sink if you do happen to get one.