I’ve just had some real beer.
That ‘8 Ball’ sounds dangerous. A 7% black IPA? I could get behind that, albeit briefly, before I was under it.
I remember at a beer fest (Bishop’s Castle Beer Festival, look it up) a few years ago, they were selling a local brew called Super Duck or some such. It was delicious, tasted like shandy but in a good way, but was something stupid like 8%. It was lethal, proper stealth brew, fell down your throat like pop and got you spectacularly trousered before you knew what’d hit you.
Wychwood Ginger Beard are two of my favourites currently.
I’ve said this before, but Wychwood really can do no wrong. I’ve tried, desperately, to find something they make that I don’t like; but even their versions of stuff I’m not usually keen on (like blonde beers) are just superlative. There are a few better ginger beers than Ginger Beard, but it’s still bloody good stuff.