It's like taking a bite of moldy drywall

Still trying to get the taste of Basement Cheese out of my mouth.


Alright, you're really going to have to explain that one.


So yesterday was the giant beer festival up at the local ski lodge. It's really quite entertaining for the first hour or so, and then you're too busy falling down to truly appreciate the rest of it.


To use some programming language, Beer != Cheese


Yes, but they also have food at the thing. There are a handful of food vendors with booths, and there is also the occasional fast-moving server carrying a tray of appetizer-y things on a stick which last a grand total of 17 seconds after the drunken masses descent upon him or her like frenzied sharks for a bite of teriyaki chicken...and possibly wood if they're not careful.

One of the food vendors was a table full of various fancy cheeses. There were labels describing what country the cheese was from and what type of animal was used to obtain the milk, but there was no warning sign that said, "CAUTION: This Cheese Tastes Like Your Basement." That would have been helpful.


So it wasn't great?


I have now vandalized the Wikipedia entry for "Understatement" to reflect the new definition you've just provided.

This stuff was horrendous. The only description that came to mind at the time (And this experience did not occur in the aforementioned first hour of the festival, so take it for what it's worth) was to think of the way a damp, moldy basement smells...and that's how this cheese tasted. To borrow a phrase from Roger Ebert's Review of Battlefield Earth, it was unpleasant in a hostile way.


Being compared with Battlefield Earth is never a compliment.


Quite. Unfortunately, I was a little...umm...preoccupied to write down the name of this particular cheese in order to educate the Readership of the dangers...so you're on your own. Sorry.