This past weekend was my neighborhood’s annual beer festival. It was the tenth annual, in fact, and I may
have gone to all of them. I can’t
remember. I was drinking. The location was great. The weather was great. The people were great. The scene was great. Everything was great except for one thing:
the beer.
Everything was over-hopped.
At nearly every table I went to my choices were hoppy, super hoppy, or
uber-hoppy. There were enough pale ales,
IPAs, and Saisons to drown a hundred drunks.
Everything tasted of pollen. What
ever happened to balanced flavors?
Where were the bocks, the porters, or even the Scotch ales? What happened to well-made lagers? Where are my malty dubbels? What of brown ales, ambers, or reds? A stout might be nice every once in a while. I found myself at times reaching for wheats just
so I would taste excess yeast instead of pollen.
Brewers and beer snobs: enough with the hipity-hop-ya-can’t-stop-the-hops
brews. You’re ruining beer for everyone. You have been for years.
I blame the hippies.
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