Beers awkwardly flavoured with chocolate, coffee, honey or ginger seem quite faddy this week.
Just whip it in.
I'm guilty, your honour.
Regular readers may recall me suggesting that such chaos was utterly predictable. Once nearly all the beer in Australia began to smell like Carlton United hop essence one could see the unrest fomenting as boutique brewers first tentatively appeared in pubs like Coopers Alehouse, the Lord Nelson, the Port Dock and Matilda Bay in the later 'eighties into the 'nineties.
I mean, like, you wouldn't drink it, would you?
Reminds me of the old Paul Keating joke. How do you make yoghurt? Put a glass of milk on the mantlepiece and get Paul to stare at it for two minutes.
I prefer it neat, with one small ice block.