I found this empty bottle of Bulldog underneath my bed today. I don’t remember drinking it. It must have consumed it late one night, smelling of booze, a little fuzzy-eyed, and then let the bottle drop there, unnoticed, until now.
I don’t recall anything about this root beer. I don’t even recall drinking it. Maybe I wrote something down, but it hasn’t surfaced yet. If I knew where to buy another bottle, I would pick up another one and give it a fair review. But considering how widely I roam to find these things, it could have been from anywhere.
So here’s my assessment: an excellent post-bar root beer.