For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term, knife shoes aren’t a James Bond wardrobe staple, or extremely uncomfortable high heels. For this review we’re lacing them up to try out for the Refined Fool winter beer league for average athletes hockey team. I doubt I’ll make the team, I was a below average hockey player, never got the hang of skating backwards. But I still lace ‘em up every now for a race around the rink with the grandkids.
My old man used to build a rink in the backyard way back in the day. Ice about as rough as a Sudbury Sunday morning after a Sudbury Saturday night. No suburban Zambonis in our neck of the woods.
So, will this Vienna be a symphony or a sausage? Foolishly good as RF claims, or just good, or foolish. The first star or le troisieme etoile (de turd star). He shoots, he pours, he scores.
Dark amber and clear, a watery countenance, no snow to shovel off this rink. Caramel aroma, that’s it, that’s all. It has a watery mouthfeel, a caramel smooth slightly sweet taste, no hops or bitters. A thin body, not supermodel thin but leaning towards anorexic. A bit too slim and trim. It is very easy drinking. As easy as an open net goal.
It is good. But to be foolish good it needs a hint of hops, a bit of bitters, a fleeting fading fizz, some substance, something, anything. What I’m trying to say is there is no edge to these skates. These knife shoes need a bit of sharpening.
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