Chris C.
Yelp
"Once a Forest of Flavor, Now a Sad, Leafless Stump"
Ah, Woods Boss Brewing Company ...what happened to you? You used to be the Gandalf of Denver breweries--wise, magical, bearded--and now you're more like Gollum hoarding mediocre beer and calling it "precious."
Let me set the stage: after nearly two years of peaceful avoidance (thanks to my deep lack of enthusiasm for the ownership, which has all the charm of a DMV on fire), I decided to give this place another shot. Nostalgia whispered sweet lies into my ear: "Maybe it's better now... Maybe The Oswald still slaps..."
Oh, foolish me. The Oswald--my old flame, my hazy IPA hero--returned to me as a ghost of its former self. Not hazy. Not juicy. Not anything except "eh." It looked more like a Pale Ale after a 3-day juice cleanse and tasted like regret. This was a betrayal of mythic proportions. You can't just say it's The Oswald if it's clearly been replaced by an imposter. That's not brewing. That's gaslighting.
How do you let your flagship beer fall apart like this? It's like watching the Titanic sink again--but this time, Leonardo DiCaprio's been replaced with a soggy piece of toast.
Ownership, if you're reading this (and let's be honest, you're probably not because accountability seems... not your thing), please know that I'm not mad. I'm disappointed. Okay, no--I am mad. You've turned what used to be a solid hangout into a monument of missed potential. The beer is bland, the vibes are off, and the only thing hazy is the logic behind still keeping this place afloat.
If you're looking for a brewery where flavor goes to die and nobody seems to notice or care--boy, do I have the spot for you. Otherwise, take your taste buds somewhere that respects them.
Farewell, Woods Boss. I'll always remember the good times, but I'm not hiking back into this forest of sadness again.