Hobgoblin Dark English Ale

Odd, but I could swear I’ve already reviewed this.  But no, I haven’t, or at least if I have, I’ve lost it somehow.

Darn, and here I thought I could just drink it for the pure mindless pleasure of drinking.

Funny how that works.  Drinking beer has become a task.  At least, if I am to review it, I have to pay much closer attention to the beer itself, and take notes.

There’s a good side and a bad side.  The good side is, I appreciate the beer more if I’m entirely focused on it.  The bad side is, well, obvious.

Oh well, I need to just suck it up.  No one is forcing me to do this.  And if I start whining, someone needs to jam their boot into my behind.  I’m drinking beer.  Wow, such a hard job.  Poor me.

Anyway, about the actual brew in question:  Smells sweet, yeasty, and of dark malts.

Tastes rich, smooth, sweetly dark, with a kind of Malt-O-Meal grainy chocolate yumminess.  Very tasty! 

I also find it has a delicate edge to it.  This is a surprisingly refined dark ale.  I hereby proclaim it to be groovy, and award it with a 6.7 on the Holy Grail Scale.