Not Your Father’s Craft Beer

It’s amazing just how complex my feelings are about the dumbest things. Not Your Father’s Root Beer is inexplicable to me. Partially because I just really dislike root beer and I just can’t imagine drinking a whole bottle of this, and partially because of the witchcraft through which it hath been wrought.

Drinkers apparently love it. The press loves it.

Except for the handful who are decent journalists and smell something fishy.

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