Gotta Get Up to Get Down

This one hits like drinking a cold chocolate milk that somehow got a beer license. The lactose is doing all the heavy lifting—silky mouthfeel, almost no dryness on the finish. You get cocoa and cream up front, then... not much else, honestly. The 18 IBUs are basically a whisper. It's indulgent in the way that feels more like dessert than a proper stout, which isn't a knock if that's what you're after. Crushes hard when you're looking for comfort in a glass.

Spital Chocolate Stout

This tastes like someone actually roasted something. You get real chocolate depth—not artificial, not milk-forward—sitting underneath a legitimate roasted malt backbone. The hop presence (35 IBUs) isn't aggressive, but it's *there*, cutting through the richness and keeping your palate honest. There's a slight earthiness that reminds you you're drinking a German beer, not an American pastry stout. Finish is dry and measured. You can taste the brewhouse intention.