The label lists this as "China's Official State Ale." That alone gave me vague intestinal rumblings. The anemic yellow urine color did little more to assuage my fears. But what the hell. I'm by the pool, it's a broiling hot Mississippi Gulf Coast afternoon. Buffett's on the boom box, and we're all knockin' back a few. I figure, how bad could it be? Well, in one word, BAD. Having just tried and reviewed Mickey's, I have to say, Yanjing tastes like malt liquor. Really rank malt liquor. As my throat tightened on trying to get the rest of this down, I tried to imagine teenage Chinese homeys guzzling this poison and saying, "My niggas be enjoyin' this shizzle." That ludicrous picture was about the only thing that got me through half the bottle. At that point, discretion became the better part of valor, and I poured the rest out. Jeez Louise, somebody hand me a Bass. Wanna know the worst part? I shelled out $7.99 for this train wreck. Obviously, someone I dislike intensely will get the gift of the rest of this six pack.
Reviewed: February 12, 2005