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Mr. Mephisto’s Imperial Stout

Lake Louie Brewing
Arena, WI

Style: Imperial Stout

Eddie’s Rating:
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Are we having fun yet, my little children of the damned?

Tonight’s ghoulish goblet is roused by a minor player in the outer worlds, an entity by the name of Mephistopheles. You know, the Devil. At least I’m assuming the folks (or, I should say, folk, since it’s pretty much a one-man operation) at Lake Louie drew on this infernal inspiration when creating Mr. Mephisto’s Imperial Stout. Then again, maybe I’m wrong as Hell. Maybe Mr. Mephisto taught gym class at Arena High School. I really can’t see him as an algebra teacher—or imperial stout man—though.

Anyway, the beer. Like its name, it’s dark. It pours thick, but not quite as oily and goopy as some imperial stouts can get. The crown of foam is only a light tan, thick and inviting as it bobs around in my favorite Schlitz goblet, although it dissipates to a thin sheen a little too quickly.

The aroma is a mix of the following, ranked by power: chocolate, caramel, raisins, alcohol. The chocolate dominates to the point that it almost demands to appear somewhere in the name, or at least on the label somewhere. The nose ain’t the only place it reigns supreme, either: the start and finish of the sip are all chocolate, riding along a rich, thick, soft body. Said body isn’t nearly as imposing as a lot of imperial stouts can get, and the dearth of roasted malt makes this brew silky smooth, free of astringency, and devilishly drinkable. Also missing is a strong alcoholic note even though it’s gotta be up there in the ABV. (Rate Beer, which is notoriously inaccurate, clocks it at 12 percent. It’s big, but not that damn big.)

Sure, it’s not as fearsome as some brews in this style can get, but Mr. Mephisto’s is plenty good enough to present one Hell of a temptation. Buy it, drink it, and—especially if you succumb to the sin of over-indulgence—pray your ass off for salvation.

Reviewed by Eddie Glick on April 11, 2008.
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