Impact
The hipsterville of Billysburg, B’klyn USA, in which the Mast Bros operate, is mainly a beer zone (microbrews) shuffling a street mix of people born with cool & others bored with it. In short, too kewl 4 skool.
The Bros in general, & this bar in particular, vibes off the ‘hood & plays fierce in the face of it, maneuvering their environs toward the ultra C-spot.
The Bros in general, & this bar in particular, vibes off the ‘hood & plays fierce in the face of it, maneuvering their environs toward the ultra C-spot.
Appearance 4.1 / 5
| Color: | variegated browns... mostly burnt umber & rouge |
| Surface: | |
| Temper: | smudged; looks overall vandalized in an urban-cool way |
| Snap: | dilapidated |
Aroma 8.3 / 10
much heavier milk presence & more straight ahead than its D-M brethren – toffee soot + raw-like nibs – which goes some to the variability of home-crafted chocolate; aerates to a thick caramel slag
Mouthfeel 12.5 / 15
| Texture: | pudding around hard-crunch bits |
| Melt: | sticks it |
Flavor 44.7 / 50
deep chocolate caramel goes deeper still as nibs just mug it in the dark -> all goes down naked undifferentiated chocolate until the last gasp of charred milk fat in the shadows... the crust atop crème brulee on the senses -> hot cocoa powder the last call to the bottom
Quality 18 / 20
Takes all the dark subtlety of Mast Bros regular D-M base & dots it with nibs which grounds it deeper than a roto-rooter. Chocolate in / chocolate out & hardly anything but, notwithstanding the whole fat milk, vanilla, & sugar, et. al. The Bros directing all components to their trademark center-point cocoa flavor under the house-style’s firm roast. Meets almost everyone’s expectations of how chocolate should taste... namely, like chocolate.
A few more releases like this just might get more of America’s youth moving to Brooklyn, even from Manhattan, the same way hippies gathered along the Haight during the 60s to smoke a little of that brownstone.
A few more releases like this just might get more of America’s youth moving to Brooklyn, even from Manhattan, the same way hippies gathered along the Haight during the 60s to smoke a little of that brownstone.