by Katie Pizzuto

Lambic in general, is a world of beer unto itself. Completely unlike any lager or ale you’ll ever taste, Belgium’s lambics serve as a reminder that not all beers are brewed equally, and at some point or another, if you find yourself becoming a sort of craft brew geek, you inevitably wind up exploring lambics as a sort of rite of passage. While most of the world’s breweries are clinically sanitized and sterilized, the natural spontaneous fermentation of a lambic is what gives the beer so much complexity, and what creates the bizarre mix of aromas and flavors that would mean a spoiled batch of beer in any other place in the world.

But knowing that casual beer drinkers—not merely Budweiser-swilling folks, but even those with a more experienced palate—might be turned off by intensely sour beers, Belgian brewers began adding fruit to lambics and doing a second fermentation. The sugars and sweet flavors of the fruit help temper the sour personality of the lambic. In the best of these, the lambic character is still apparent and the fruit flavors merely round it out. Krieks use sour cherries, framboises use raspberries, pêches use peaches, etc. In the end, I expect to drink a beer that will have a distinctive fruit profile, but I also want to know that the underlying beer is a true lambic. Unfortunately, large-scale breweries like Lindemans (the biggest lambic import in the US) have, for years, been cutting corners and giving a gullible US consumer a product that can barely be considered a lambic, much less a true fruit lambic.I’m not even sure where to begin with Lindemans’ list of sins against the nature of a true fruit lambic. For starters, at no point are any actual…err, fucking fruit…a part of making this fruit lambic. Lindemans uses a cloying fruit-concentrate syrup rather than fruit, and the result is akin to a cross between a wine cooler, a fruit-flavored soda and cough syrup. It lacks the complexity and nuanced flavors of a beer that has been in direct contact with real fruit. Hell, to be honest, it lacks any resemblance to either of its namesakes: lambicor fruit. Lindemans is big and cuts corners…end of story. Its Pêche Lambic tastes more like a peach-flavored soda than a crisp beer, and its line of products is far from traditional. To make matters worse, we’re not altogether sure exactly how much actual lambic is used in making Lindemans fruit lambics. Unfortunately, there is no law regulating the control of how much lambic must be in a bottle that reads “lambic” on the label. The agreed-upon standard has been a measly 10%, which means you could more or less bottle 90% Aunt Jemima diluted with 10% lambic and call it Vermont Maple Lambic—which, at its core, Lindemans’ MO.

If you’re setting out to taste authentic, well-crafted fruit lambics, Cantillon’s Rosé is an elegant, dry Framboise (raspberry lambic), which has sometimes even included just a bit of Kriek (sour cherry lambic). It retains its funky lambic nose but has the depth of whole raspberries, layered with some oak and vanilla. It’s at once both rounded and bone dry, light and complex. You honestly can’t go wrong with any of Cantillon’s lambics for the taste of authenticity.

At a time when people are spending more time perusing a local farmer’s market and less time cracking open a can of condensed, processed foodstuffs, you have to wonder why we would drink a beer that’s adulterated with syrups and sweeteners when there is a wide selection of hand-crafted competition sitting on the shelf above it. Actually, I don’t have to wonder why. I know why Americans chug this stuff down—because it’s what they know. Packaging, manipulation, and lack of regulation have allowed us to believe what they’re selling. But what they’re selling isn’t fruit lambic…it’s fruit-tasting-syrup-flavored beer. If a bottle of wine says Champagne on it, I can bet whatever pitiful balance is left in my IRA that it comes from Champagne. Unfortunately, not everything that says “fruit lambic” is what it claims to be. Given the increased attention that we as a country have put on our food, I’d suggest that we all learn something from our history with mass production: Dig a little deeper and understand what you’re drinking.