Seriously. It’ s as if we travelled back in time to your grandma’ s house in 1986, sat in on your family BBQ, bottled all the delicious desserts, and came back to the present with the formula intact. That’ s why we call it the Revolutionary’ s Protein: because it’ s so damn tasty that it’ s revolutionary
This ain’ t your dad’ s protein – the one that tastes like George’ s wooden teeth. This is good ol’ fashioned American exceptionalism bottled and packed into deliciousness.