Brahmin Brew Barn: Where Family Ties Are Stronger Than Irradiated Leather

Nestled in the glowing ruins of the Commonwealth (or whatever irradiated hellhole you're dodging ghouls in), Brahmin Brew Barn has been proudly family-owned since Great-Grandpa McFallout stumbled out of Vault 13 with a yeast packet and a grudge. That's right—four generations of the same stubborn, two-headed bloodline, herding our prize Brahmin (shoutout to Bessie and Bessie Jr., who still judge your life choices mid-milk) and fermenting the wasteland's hoppiest elixirs. We're talking brews so potent, they'll turn your radscorpion stings into party tricks and your family feuds into... well, slightly funnier family feuds. Swing by for a pint—because nothing says "home" like ale that tastes like victory, regret, and a hint of brahmin flatulence. Family-owned, family-approved, family-sized portions of chaos!