I’ve given this beer multiple shots at impressing me. I even poured it into a glass for this review, hoping that it might bring out a new flavor or smell. But alas, it was for naught.
The 312 already has a stale smell right out of the gate. It’s not overpowering but it is there, lingering like that spider that escaped under the bed. I’m not sure how one classifies something as an “urban” ale, but I’ll give it a shot. This beer is way too overcrowded on carbonation. It’s like people trying to cram into a subway tram inside your mouth. The finish of every sip is almost pure foam, no matter how long it’s been sitting. The 312 can be refreshing, but that’s only for the first half of the can. Once you realize you have to finish the rest of it, you fall into a depressed funk, praying some drunk bar patron will accidentally knock it out of your hand. There’s little flavor here, certainly not enough to justify spending any more money on it.
But for $4.99 for a 4 pack of tall boys, I just couldn’t resist.
1 out of 4 stars. Will probably never drink again.