Kingfisher Lager
I consumed Kingfisher after an incredibly dusty Thursday in Re-O Week. As I perused the selection at Leith Liquor, I could think only of the inevitable pain that another box would bring me, and the horrors of Dunedin drinking culture which had led me to this point. I had only tried Kingfisher once before, when someone at a party gave me a bottle which they found down the back of a couch. It was at least three years old and tasted so shit that I have never considered the Kingfisher again, even when the Kingfisher Strong’s go under the golden ratio at New World. But at Leith Liquor it was the best value beer on offer and I reasoned that a vintage couch-beer is probably not the best representation of what a beer is actually like. I wasn’t wrong.