I’ve been on a long journey up hoppy beer mountain in search of the hops guru. The treacherous route cost me most of my drinking buddies along the way who fell prey to beer so hoppy it smelled like weed, (I’m looking at you Moylan’s Hopsickle). Having Finally reached the cloud touching, sun baked wise man. He said:
“Now you must climb down this mountain.”
The arrogant bastard was right. It’s time to explore more mountains of Belgium Ales, Lagers, Hefe Weizens and Stouts. Halfway down, I tussled with Fuller’s London Pride, brewed in Chiswick, London. It’s got a fantastic malt body/hop balance with a hint of citrus, but not as puckering as Kill Ugly Radio. It’s filtered amber color and light head is inviting and the mouth feel is smooth, a nice change from the slightly more carbonated IPA’s I’ve been putting down.
I had Alison’s Dad take a sip. It stopped him mid sentence. It took him back to London in a matter of 2 seconds ala spoiler moment of Ratatouille. Find it, drink it, smile at the guru above you.
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