Man the Bruery has many facets but this shit was brutal. It’s easy in beer criticism presented for comedic intents to reach for some hyperbolic level to pull. I am not exaggerating when I tell you that this tastes like ranch dressing. Hidden Valley tones off the charts. I am talking chive, shallot, touch of pepper and Parmesan: I wanted to dip my pizza in this. Reading the ingredients, I have no idea how we got into this buttermilk fantasyland. I have homebrewed almost identical neipa and never once did I want to serve it with a veggie platter. Even the mouthfeel had this creamy lingering drag to it, arugula and green onion.
This is the type of shit Short’s would release as a novelty food beer and inevitably some dipshit coworker would come to ur cubicle since you’re their “beer friend” and tell you about this stupid shit they saw on Esquire magazine. I don’t have much else to say about this, pairs well with chicken fingers.