I know some of you guys swear by, or at least are prepared to try, BrewDog beers. I've tried, but can't get on their wavelength. I once had a sip of Punk IPA, when
a server poured it having misheard a request for GK IPA, and it tasted like Fanta (or possibly Orangina). I
tried to drink a half of Dead Pony Club several years ago, but it was too disgusting and I poured it into the urinal. And I went into
their pub in Sheffield when it first opened, and compared the Punk IPA I had then to tangerine peel and WD40.
I think part of the problem is
nominative determinism. Like I can't imagine going into a bar called Slug & Lettuce and ordering a salad. Yeuk! As a vegetarian, I hesitate just for a nanosecond before entering a pub called the Butchers Arms. (I know it's silly, you don't have to tell me!)
And of course Elvis Juice sounds like it's been brewed using the decomposing remains of a famous pop star after they have dripped through a crack in his coffin. Double yeuk!!! Now, I know they're just trying to shock, and their beers are meant to appeal to the sort of people (punks?) who think that shocking people who are old enough to be their parents/grandparents is a really fun thing to do, and shows how cool you are. To me it just means that I don't have to decide whether to drink one of their beers; same as it never occurs to me to cross the threshold of a Slug & Lettuce. It decides itself, as far as I'm concerned.
Just like you would never let a pint of something called Boring Brown Bitter pass your lips!
I might be there a little earlier. I can hear a pint of Harvey's Sussex Best Bitter calling...