Elysian Men’s Room Red -A warning to fisherman- Lather yer hands good and thorough before handling this benefit libation because the reek of seafood will hang like an angry leech on yer palate. This won’t entirely ruin things for most folk but old barnacles with seasalt spittle won’t ever know the simple pleasure of this ale. When that vice grip fish flavor evaporates sufficiently from yer tongue, dive right in to this all-too-drinkable bottle. The Great Northwest doesn’t rage against the dying of the red ales (non-imperial ones, at least) but this is a truly plain throwback to the style. Simple things don’t have to be boring ones. Just as the simple snuffle and tail-wag of any dog is a smile-elicitor, a smooth and unbothersome Men’s Room swig begs the crook of your cheek to grin/sneer. Divisive times call for a boldly unobtrusive and unremarkable drink. Check, found. You won’t beg for more but you’ll wonder just how you’ve reached the end of the bottle already. Bummer, dude. Keep chuggin’. -Pedro

Elysian Men’s Room Red

-A warning to fisherman-

Lather yer hands good and thorough before handling this benefit libation because the reek of seafood will hang like an angry leech on yer palate. This won’t entirely ruin things for most folk but old barnacles with seasalt spittle won’t ever know the simple pleasure of this ale.

When that vice grip fish flavor evaporates sufficiently from yer tongue, dive right in to this all-too-drinkable bottle. The Great Northwest doesn’t rage against the dying of the red ales (non-imperial ones, at least) but this is a truly plain throwback to the style. Simple things don’t have to be boring ones. Just as the simple snuffle and tail-wag of any dog is a smile-elicitor, a smooth and unbothersome Men’s Room swig begs the crook of your cheek to grin/sneer.

Divisive times call for a boldly unobtrusive and unremarkable drink. Check, found. You won’t beg for more but you’ll wonder just how you’ve reached the end of the bottle already. Bummer, dude. Keep chuggin’.

-Pedro