Last couple of days in Northern Italy. Strenuous walk in the Dolomites, and then descend into Bolzano/Bozen, Italian/German capital of South Tyrol. Ah, very thirsty, let's go to the most famous brewpub of the city. Let's see what they have on draft: Weizen, Helles, aha Dunkles! Half a liter of Dunkles arrives. Big gulp. Frown. What's that. Smell, drink. Tastes like a very mediocre homebrew
What's wrong with that beer? Other sip, think, think, think. Then it dawns upon me: oxidation, wet cardboard. Around us people are happily drinking beer. I ask for the bill and we leave without me finishing the glass. The Curse