The first root beer of my Montreal trip. I say first even though Tousignant was the first that I learned about and drank. I found this by Googling, and discovered that there were stores only about a 30 minute walk from my hotel, so I took off in the rainy evening after my work was complete. The first place only had their spruce beer. I prayed the second place, Fruiterie du Plateau, would have the root beer I desperately sought. And it did, and lo, it also had another root beer that I didn’t even know I needed to try, plus birch and spruce beers to trade to my good chums. What fortune had befallen me. Three root beers in a single trip. Surely only good things could come.
The Body sour, and icky, and yeasty. It’s really bad. The Bite is something prickly and spicy, but it isn’t good. The Head is super tall and foamy, so that is going for it at least. The Aftertaste is sour sarsaparilla that leaves a chalky residue in your mouth.
I hate this. Like, this is really awful. I actually live streamed myself reviewing the second bottle (while playing my mobile game) and you can see for yourself that it was a painful experience. I almost thought that maybe the bottles had spoiled somehow, despite having preservatives, but checking out some other reviews seems like it’s just a yeasty mess. I guess some people like yeasty drinks? This is probably the worst of the ones I’ve ever had. It does have a pretty bottle though, kind of. See how it rates against other root beers.
Back in April, when I was in New Jersey, I met 
Last Saturday I had the wonderful opportunity to meet one of the world’s leading collector’s of root beer paraphernalia, Vince. He was up in Minneapolis for some reason and I had empty bottles to get to him for his collection. I told him to meet me at Indeed Brewing Company, cause I knew they had a brew that I needed to try. To be honest I don’t know much about this brewery, other than one of my coworkers told me they have root beer. It’s a rather larger brewery by some railroad tracks about half an hour from my house. They don’t have any food in their taproom, owing to those pesky Minnesota laws, but not even the popcorn or peanuts that are quite common in others. I met Vince and his friends and got down to business. 
