Dear Mr. Honey Bock, we have had some good times.

This one takes me back. Back to a time when worries were hard to come by and so was the beer. There was a time when I would sneak a couple Honey Bocks and no complaints were heard from me. This is not one of those times. I have the freedom of choice and Mr. Honey Bock you are not one of them.

While we had some good times and some bad, after the memories had gone there really isn’t much to say about this beer. It really isn’t awful but it’s not good either. There is one thing I can say “Mr. Honey Bock it’s not me, it’s you.” I thank you for the good times but your weak flavor and your not so great aftertaste is not enough to keep this relationship going.

Barkeep, get me a Mich Light!