I bought a six pack of the now hotly debated “is it craft, is it junk?” beverage Not Your Father’s Root Beer by a place called Small Town Brewery back in June. I’d heard of it only just a few days prior and didn’t even know if it was common in Colorado at that point. So I dropped the 10 or 11 bucks on it. I like root beer, so why the hell would I not like alcoholic root beer?
The fun started a few weeks later when people started bitching about the “Craft ale” wording used on the label. Yeah, this clearly wasn’t a beer in a conventional sense. As the internet tends to do, people went crazy. Anti root beer activists started burning supporters at the stakes, sales of voodoo dolls against beer nerds sky rocketed, the Oceans turned blood red, Jesus returned to Earth and started murdering puppies and kittens in the name of the stuff and a portal opened up over the Brewer’s Association headquarters for a giant, moldy Babylonian fist to drop out of the sky and crush 2/3 of Boulder, giving our dimension the finger as it retracted into its portal.
The innernetz, amirite???
Anyway, as with most internet outrage, I sat back and watched it all unfold. If these people’s lives suck so much that this is what they get their dicks all twisted over, they can have their outrage. I drank one, shared some with friends and saved one lone bottle for a very special review. I knew almost immediately what the destiny of this little bottle of hate-inspiring root beer would be. That destiny is chronicled in the video for my official Beer n’ Loathing review of Not Your Father’s Root Beer in a segment we call “The Tasting Room.”