There is a bar in the centre of Birmingham I enjoy called The Post Office Vaults and as it was my choice I dragged them all there.
As the evening wore on more and more drinks were consumed and one of the bad idea bears suggested a drinking game with a punishment drink.
So we ended up with a lambic by the name of Gueuze. The bar staff even checked we were sure with a "You want a proper lambic?!" The general consensus is that this smelt like a stale urinal.
You can't see clearly but the label shows a statue pissing the same colour as the drink he's holding.
It's definitely a real lambic, fermented from the yeast in the environment, and sour. Incredibly sour. It definitely taste better than it smells but I'm not going to be in a rush to repeat the experience.
And there in the background is a forlorn former co-worked missing me already.