They have their hits and this is a straight miss. You can whip this DuPont sidecar up to a homie who has no saison sensibilities and will still accept a lap dance from an adjunct farmhouse but for the rest of us in that deep game, monoculture and sick pump brett L swole, this isn’t even glutamine.

You get a bready expansive carb that is nice, creamy even, the taste is like mandarin or a strange challah bread except dunked in a clove and all spice solution. The nimble aspects are fucked by the heavy handed acidity and the hefty traditional wallonia aspects are a fatty execution screaming for trimmings.

They do good things but this is not Night Shift’s home run. You don’t give a fuck

Wish I bought this sick Reuben at the van nuys court house