So here we are in Amarillo, Texas. There's one microbrewery in the whole damned city so we went there. Don't. Buy yourself a Shiner Bock at a Texas Roadhouse. Do. Not. Go. To. This. Brewery. It's called "Long Wooden Spoon." Best use I can think of for said spoon would be to paddle the brewer, before sending him back to brew school. We had a flight, first up a Witbier. Don't know what was going on, it was thin and rather weak flavored but unfortunately the best of the bunch. Next up was an ESB. I have no idea what happened the poor yeast but they were too shocked by it to finish their job, and it tasted like the guy used crystal 60 as his base malt. Then the Dunkelweizen. I really thought they had used dark candi syrup in the beer, it tasted that much like burnt sugar. There was some high lovibond crystal working in there! Chocolate and black malt, I believe the surly dude behind the counter said. And then their red rye, black as Texas crude and sweet, dang it was sweet.... Bottom line, there are times when a decent commercial brew trumps a craft beer, and this town is the place for that.