It's a funny little brewery this one. It's a funny little business.
They don't do food. Their beer is good, but not great. They are a long way away from anything.
It's cold in Goolwa, and it reminds me of bland childhood holidays with my mother standing on hilltops with crossed arms staring wordless and grim into the icy wind, braced against the elements and the powerlessness of childhood.
The fit out is nice, I suppose, and there are interesting beer facts plastered around the place which are educational if you're into that kind of thing. And yet I've been there many times. Why would one return to such a place?
The Truffles.
The Truffles is a "double-chocolate vanilla-bourbon porter" that was brewed by Thor whilst being ceaselessly fellated by a procession of the most physically gifted noblewomen of antiquity. It is the alpha and omega, all things to all men, the product of millennia of evolution and development, the pinnacle of human achievement. Helen of Troy is a cheap slag.
The Truffles, in true Steam Exchange fashion, is rarely available on tap, always sold out, and no information exists as to when it is due to reappear. But when it does reappear each year, by jove, go and drink some.
The Truffles makes all other shortcomings trivial. The Truffles gets five stars.
It may just be as good as Brooklyn Black Chocolate Stout. read more