ESP (Extra Special Porter)
Elk Head Brewing Company

An utterly undrinkable beer. And what’s equally worrisome is that the folks behind the bar are oblivious to the notion that this woeful porter should have been quietly pulled from the taps and discarded sometime last week. I can’t imagine pouring this for a full afternoon and not catching a whiff of the voluminous and putrid aroma. It’s hard to miss and painful to endure.

There may have once been a worthy beer here, but by the time Elk Head filled my half-growler it was virulently infected. Put a drop under a microscope and you’d see lots of funny bugs having a party. They’re wearing little lampshades on their heads, dancing the mamba, and making crude jokes about your mother. A sickly molasses flavor attempts to poke through but it’s a lost cause. Don’t touch it without latex.