Does beer have an expiry date?

So, I found a dusty bottle of Keith's in the basement, and I sure would like to drink it.

Will it taste terrible if it's been down there for a long time? It's less than 5 years for sure, but other than that, I have no idea how old it is.

Can beer go bad?

Common! It's sitting here, and I need answers now!

Oh yea: :google:

dude, just drink it, worst comes to worst, it tastes like shit…

I found some more recent cans.

Google says it may taste like cardboard if it's too old.

yeah it can go bad for sure. 5 years….I wouldnt drink it.

neg rep for letting beer go old.

yes beer can go bad. On that note, last month there was a ship wreck found in tofino harbour that had bottles of beer over 100 years old. Needless to say, some science guy drank one, rather rank tasteing

neg rep for letting beer go old.

hb1/2 would never let that happen.
mind you, neither would i for that matter :lol:

At my bike shop there's a molson canadian , unopened in an old steel can. How long has it been since they stopped making beer cans out of steel??

Alexander Keith's is an India Pale ale. India Pale Ale dates back to the 1700[HTML_REMOVED]#8217;s when Britain needed a hearty beer to ship to her troops in India. Because the ships had to cross the equator twice to get there, spoilage was a major problem until some clever brewer realized that both alcohol and hops are natural preservatives. If it could survive a voyage like that it can survive a couple years in your basement.

Drink it.

yes beer can go bad. On that note, last month there was a ship wreck found in tofino harbour that had bottles of beer over 100 years old. Needless to say, some science guy drank one, rather rank tasteing

I have a couple of those bottles in my house :)
And the wreck was found in '74, just recently made into an underwater heritage park.
But yeah, drink the 5 year old beer. The most it will do is make you sick, not kill you.

I have a couple of those bottles in my house :)
And the wreck was found in '74

Lucky you, I want a labels on one, only if the label is cool looking

Alexander Keith's is an India Pale ale. It tastes like ass.

Drink it.

fixed.

And the wreck was found in '74, just recently made into an underwater heritage park.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.

With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.

Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.

The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.

The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind

When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.

The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.

They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.

And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early