Bundaberg is family-owned outfit based in (you guessed it!) Bundaberg, Queensland, Australia. They certainly seem to have a passion for real-brewed products, so I was excited to try it out. I was also excited because I purchased it at a coffee shop with smoldering-beautiful baristas and an intolerably chic client base. It might be snooty beyond belief, but it was almost guaranteed to be good!
Bundaberg is sold in a cute shortie bottle, as if to say “everyone will know how expensive this root beer was because, hey look, it’s in a short bottle!”. It also had a cool pull-tab for opening the cap. I noticed the glances from the other customers, whichs silently communicated a strange mixture of “I’m envious of your root beer’s cool pull tab”, and “do you know how many calories are in that?”.
It’s also worth mentioning that Bundaberg markets the same drink as sarsaparilla. I’m a little suspicious because sarsaparilla and root beer aren’t supposed to be the same thing. However, my bottle said “root beer”, and it tasted darn good, so I’m going to let the issue slide.
The flavour is sprightly, dancing on the tongue like rain sprinkled from fairy wings. It is reminiscent of American sweetened iced tea, with a hint of lemon. A quick peak at the label reveal that it’s spiked with ginger, vanilla, liquorice, molasses and sarsaparilla – all good things.
Bundaberg is unique. It’s tasty. It’s like a carnival. Maybe it’s not the best representation of the “classic root beer”, but it’s interesting and well-balanced, and not to mention superbly marketed. Now if you excuse me, I have to throw a thin scarf over my tight v-neck t-shirt, don some sun glasses, and catwalk to my next destination.Bundaberg Root Beer,