Malta Goya

I hate to start this blog off on a sour note, or rather a sour, bitter, and overall revolting note, but so be it. There is so much unpleasant about Malta Goya I hardly know where to begin. When you first pop it open the smell is the first thing you notice, it is it's own pandora's box. If I had been wearing a blindfold I would have likely guessed soy-sauce, or a sourdough bread. "It smells like something you should be cooking with," and "like bad sourdough," were phrases that came up. Kevin bit the Goya-bullet on this one and cautiously took a swig of this poison. This is one of those picture-is-worth-more kind of images.

"It's rough." If it smelled bad, it tasted far worse. No only was it awful but it was a piercing flavor that stuck around. I was still tasting bread five minutes after I tried some. Between the two of us we weren't able to finish this one, it even looked like the sink was choking on it when we dumped it down the drain.

Round-Up:
Cost: 42 cents
Rating: 1/10
This stuff really tastes like shit.