Don’t get excited. It’s a beer.
A darned good beer by Victory Brewing Company. But I hated it.
It was not the beer’s fault though. It was mine. I had not developed a taste for IPAs. Yet.
IPA stands for India Pale Ale. It’s a “hoppy” type of beer which means, as far as I am concerned, bitter.
But folks who like IPAs really like them. They tend to describe them with words like refreshing or clean or crisp.
And guess what? They’re right.
My son, who loves IPAs, encouraged me to acquire a taste for them. The way to do that was to choke down a few until my palate became more sophisticated. I followed his suggestion and wound up ordering Summer Love all last summer. Thanks, Michael.
I know what you’re thinking. Am I going to write about beer every single week? The answer is no. But I do suspect I am going to write about beer more than I ever intended to write about beer. In case you’ve have not noticed, this is the third beer blog out of my last five. Oh, well.
I guess I have beer on my mind today because I have not gotten over the Electric City Brew Fest last Saturday at Montage. As a member of the Times-Shamrock extended family, I volunteered to work at the event and afterwards got to sample a few of the 99 craft beers on tap. But just a few. To be honest, by the time my volunteer duties were over I was pretty whipped. We welcomed more than 2500 people through the gate.
But I could not head for home without tasting Shiner Brewery’s Prickly Pear, which I’d noticed earlier in the day.
I’m not big on fruit flavored beer but this stuff was fantastic. I was not surprised, however. In addition to Summer Love, I put away my share of Shiner’s Ruby Redbird last summer. Think grapefruit.
I also made it a point to get to the Susquehanna Brewing Company’s set up. Got to support the local folks. And besides, the beer is excellent.
Susquehanna offered a special firkin for the occasion. Don’t ask me to explain it in detail, but a firkin is a small cask of beer containing what may be described as “real ale.” If you want to know more, stop by SBC some day. They’ll be glad to fill you in.
Any way, the SBC firkin was hoppy and delicious. So was their Summer Shandy, nice and lemony. I can picture me quenching my thirst with those babies all summer.
The only other beer I sampled was the Shock Top Spiced Banana Wheat, which called to me as I passed by.
As I said, I’m really not a fruity beer guy. And I’m also not a wheat beer guy. But I am a banana guy. Just ask my kids. For as long as they can remember, their dad has eaten a banana every single morning.
The guy who drew my glass of Banana Wheat offered to take my photo, which I promptly sent to Greta and Michael. My son’s response: Banana beer. Dad, you found your heaven.
In a way, I had.