There is a whole six-pack of Coal Porter from Atlantic Brewing Co. undrunk in my fridge if that helps explain what happens to you when you are Baltika'd. There is also an uneaten hamburger and sweet potato fries in the trash of a local eatery that helps explain it too.
I saw it on the shelf of my local grocer, a 51-ounce plastic bottle of Baltika No. 9 Extra Lager (8 percent ABV), and I could not resist the promise of its glory -- not at $2.79. I was enroute to watch the Cleveland Cavaliers dismantle the Boston Celtics and decided I would also need the sixer of Coal Porter for the occasion, but in the end I was too Baltika'd for more beer.
The taste was slightly sweet, but it was a light and tasty lager to be sure. At such a delicious price, it may supplant Bitburger as one of my favorite cheap beers. And this Russky brew will knock you silly. Baltika!
Check out this episode of Three Sheets in Moscow for more on this beer.
However, the next morning I had a bit of a bastard behind the eyes, which continued to worsen throughout the day. I was starving, but nothing (see hamburger) tasted good until I had about six mini deli sandwiches at 5 p.m. Baltika ...
I won't blame the Baltika completely. There were other forces at work. I started the evening with Christmas Ale, followed with a tumbler full of Glenlivet, before the Baltika. The dreaded beer-liquor-beer combo is sometimes an evil bitch.
Needless to say, my running this weekend was totally Baltika'd.
[Drunkard's note: I'd like to give credit to whomever mentioned Baltika in either their blog or in my comments, but alas my pickled little brain just couldn't recall whomever that whomever was.]