Have you heard the term “session IPA,” or “session beer” thrown around your local craft beer watering hole? Are you unsure of what it means, but too scared to ask, lest you be revealed as a beer novice? Don’t worry, I’m here to answer that question for you, and I’ll even recommend a delicious one with which to wet your whistle after you read.
If I’ve learned anything from my day job, it’s that, before the last 40 years or so, people were extremely dumb. From letting kids to play with plastic bags on their heads to smoking on airplanes to using led paint on baby toys, we used to do some stupid shit. The origin of the session beer is no different, it just takes place even earlier, when people were that much more idiotic. Continue reading “Collective Arts Brewing’s State of Mind: What Is a Session IPA?”
Brooklyn’s in the house, and in this double IPA from Interboro on my window sill!
As an up-and-coming beer connoisseur, blogger and Instagrammer, one of the things I some day wish to accomplish is to have relationships with breweries all over the country. I’ve joked with my wife that I would consider this entire endeavor a success if some day just one brewery sends me a free beer to drink, photograph and write about. While I’m not quite there yet, I did have a really pleasant experience with one of the breweries whose beer I put on the window sill, and I think it makes for a pretty good story.
Here’s what went down. The other night, I photographed and reviewed today’s window sill inhabitant, the Super Bad–a double IPA from Brooklyn’s Interboro Spirits & Ales. As part of my writeup, I did a brief tongue-in-cheek anti-hipster rant related to the beer’s chosen home base of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, which is basically hipster central in New York City. Continue reading “Interboro Spirits & Ales: Super Bad”
We can always use some sunshine, and what better place to get it than in an IPA on a window sill?
When my journey into the world of craft beers began, I didn’t really know too much about the intricacies of the beer industry. Yes, I knew I liked beer, and that I preferred “good” beer, as opposed to the swill my dad’s generation somehow pushes down its gullet (and I pushed down my gullet in college), but I didn’t really know how to differentiate between beers.
As I expanded my palate, and learned about new styles of brew, I came to find a real appreciation for one kind of beer in particular: the India Pale Ale, or IPA.
So what’s an IPA, and how is it made? Continue reading “Lawson’s Finest Liquids: Sip of Sunshine IPA”
Even though this beer is a little out of left field for me, it’s still cool enough to sit on my sill.
Did I ever tell you that I hate the Red Sox?
I’ve hated the Red Sox since I first learned about baseball after moving to the United States in 1987, and I will hate the Red Sox until the day I die (there will still be beers on my window sill, don’t you worry). That being said, I kinda like Fenway Park.
Sure, it’s got a bit of an awkward layout, is a dreadful pea green color and has seats that are not comfortable if you’re any larger than your average-sized seven-year old boy or girl, but it has personality. It has character. It has a certain…je ne sais quoi that almost makes it tolerable for a Yankees fan like me that the place is always full of obnoxious Red Sox fans.
Continue reading “Wachusett Brewing Company: Green Monsta IPA”
What better place for a beer made from hops named after the Haitian Loa (spirit) of agriculture than right here on my window sill?
Last time, I answered one of the key “why” questions pertaining to this Beers On Window Sills obsession of mine. Why craft beer? That leaves one big question unanswered. Beer looks great posed just about anywhere, so why am I obsessed with window sills? Continue reading “Founders Brewing Company: Azacca IPA”
A beer, by any other name, still sits nicely on a window sill.
As William Shakespeare once wrote, “What’s in a name?” While Juliet wasn’t referring to hops and barley when she posed this famous question, Name This Beer! IPA–a hazy, citrusy American IPA flavored with tangerine–really puts it to the test. In November of 2016, the Bronx Brewery, Whole Foods Market, Inc. and The Infatuation partnered up to boldly release this delicious brew without a name at all.
Why no name? You’ll notice that under the bottle there are two blank lines. That’s because they literally want their customers to name their beer. In case you aren’t keen to believe them, they say right underneath that, “For real… We want you to name this beer!”
Being a glass-half-full kind of person, I don’t see this as a nameless beer at all. To me, this beer has infinite names. Anybody can name it anything they want. Have too many clever fantasy football team names in your reserves? Name your beer Wolf Cola, and make all of your buddies laugh. Did you get overruled when the time came to name the last family pet? Why not name your beer Dolph Lundgren instead? If you’re afraid you’ll get outvoted, just buy your naming rivals their own bottle. Everybody wins.
Continue reading “Bronx Brewery: Name This Beer! IPA”