Youngs Double Chocolate Stout
by James Collins
Young's Double Chocolate Stout: HUUUUEEY
Young's Double Chocolate Stout
I love beer. I love trying all sorts of different beer from different breweries and different countries. My favorite beer to date remains a little white bier (with an "I") named Hoegaarden, from Belgium. So, when I used to stock Young's Double Chocolate Stout in my liquor store, I was intrigued and excited all in one.
Before I begin this review, I should come clean about it. It was originally supposed to be a three-way comparison with two other chocolate beers. However, due to my hectic schedule of video games and passing out, I have to cut it short to a simple review. No matter, maybe some other day I’ll do another theme review. Now, let the show begin.
England has given us much since we defected from them 300+ years ago. Among other things, we’ve had The Office
, The Spice Girls and John Cleese. Young's Double Chocolate Stout is another offering from are best buddies during war-time, but it leaves much to be desired.
Young's Double Chocolate Stout is another one of those rare finds. Total Wine & More
used to carry it but since stopped and now the only place I can find it is State Line Liquors
on the border of Elkton, MD. (That little tidbit was for the other two people in Delaware who may stumble across my page.)
Young's Double Chocolate Stout is comes in a four pack of tall boys, which I found strange from the get go. I didn’t think they had bull riding over there, so why would they have tall boys? Also, I thought to myself, why did I pay so much (estimated purchase price $8.99) for four beers? I never figured out that last part. I would assume because the beer is so expensive that it would taste fantastic. Boy was I wrong.
Upon intake, I noticed that, while Young's Double Chocolate goes down smooth and does taste like chocolate and beer combined, it leaves a horrific aftertaste, the likes of which our country hasn’t seen since Guy Ritchie’s Swept Away (I’m going for a record of England references today, folks.)
What’s worse is what happens when this concoction, which tastes like vomit upon consumption, hits the stomach. Instantly after finishing one tall boy, I dry heaved for four hours. This was off of ONE BEER, I cannot stress enough.
I once put an open bar to shame because they made the mistake of carrying Miller High Life, so yes, I can handle my beer.
To sum up, unless the goal is rapid weight loss, I would recommend steering clear of this yuck. I can think of way better ways to throw up and can do it on less than nine dollars. It’s called a flu shot, people.