Andrew W.
Yelp
Georgia imports Creature Comforts have now gone thoroughly native, which means their beer sucks. For the average California brewery patron, this will be a boon: There's nothing on tap but big hops, big ABVs, and big sours. No fear of subtlety here. For anyone with working taste buds, well, you're shit out of luck. You've got the pleasantly forgettable Classic City Lager and nothing else. Those days when they had half-dozen fantastic lagers on tap at the same time? They must have been a long-gone fever dream. The English pale ale, the rye beer, the dark mild, the witbier, the English IPA -- did they actually exist, or were they products of your imagination? It must be the latter because the place that exists now is no different from Boomtown, Paperback, or every other local L.A. brewery serving the same selection of undrinkable "extreme beers" ageusic Californians love so much.
What a shame. Creature Comforts rode into town a year ago with Southern swagger and a barroom full of fantastic beers to back it up. Now, it's just another mediocre L.A. taproom.