Odell Lugene Kicks out the Jams

If my hometown Lincoln Park, Michigan is known for anything besides being the origin of the protopunk band the MC5, its Calder Brothers Dairy.  At Christmastime, Calder’s kicks out a jam of egg nog that’ll convert the most obstinate of nutmeg non-believers.  For me, though, their year-round chocolate milk is their magnum opus.  It’s so thick you drink it with a fork and so delicious that I send my mom on a run before every single trip back to the Mitt.

So when it comes to chocolate milk or, in this case, a chocolate milk stout, I set the bar pretty damn high.   And when you put bovine on the bottle, as the folks at Odell did, Calder’s good ole cow-logoed glass milk jug surfaces from the depth of this Railsplitter’s psyche.  Like a black and white sitcom milk man, you better deliver.

And, for the most part, O’Dell delivered a familiar, delightful, somewhat-less-than-completely-satisfying experience.

It’s as dark and frothy as Wayn