The end is near. The show we’ve all been collectively creaming our trousers over has one more episode left before they wipe the entire slate clean — like this masterpiece is nothing more than an Etch-a-Sketch doodling — and they will start from scratch with an entirely new cast of characters next season. For all its greatness, True Detective is cruel in that way. Hell, I don’t want another cast. I could listen to Rust and Marty ramble on in all their miserableness for years. It’s oddly therapeutic.
One of the season’s break out stars, aside from a greater appreciation of Alexandra Daddario, has been Lone Star beer. Sure, Lone Star has been around for a long time, but it’s not exactly Budweiser. A few weeks ago, an obvious fan of the show went to Beer Advocate and wrote a very True Detective review of the beer, which as you can se above, is rated AWFUL by just about everyone other than this guy.
4.75/5 rDev +93.9%
look: 4 | smell: 4 | taste: 5 | feel: 5 | overall: 5
Served in a can. Consumed from said can.
I was being grilled by a couple of company men, and I decided to at least get a beer run out of it. Finally, the sixer of tall boys was placed in front of me. These brews are best enjoyed in dreams that happen in a locked box inside of your head.
Lone Star may also be enjoyed alongside one Reginald Ledoux, on your porch in Carcosa, or in pursuit of the King in Yellow.
Be warned – at the end of every sixer, there’s a monster.
Serving type: can
I will be in Austin next week for BroBible’s SXSW party. I will be drinking my first ever Lone Star beer. I hope it one of it’s side-effects, other than drunkenness and impaired judgement, is being infected by Rust Cohle’s rosy outlook on the human race.
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