This beer that I haven't tasted yet, but want badly to write about, was just rolled onto the stillage, giving the finings a good stir. And I want to tap it now but know better. In another of my affronts to the citrusy West Coast IPA, ABV 6.7%, hopped up with palette numbing Cascades overkill, I have brewed a 2 UK BBL batch containing 3 Kg Fuggles, 2 Kg E. Kent Goldings, and 1 Kg Hallertau. Now I'm not trying to say that citrusy West Coast IPA, ABV 6.7%, hopped up with palette numbing Cascades overkill is not a good thing. I love the stuff. But where is the subtlety? Most breweries popping up in Oregon are brewing the same thing: [name of pet dog] Pale, [local geographic landmark] Porter, [obscure political reference] Stout, and [aggressive language] IPA (citrusy, ABV 6.7%, hopped with palette numbing Cascades overkill). And did I mention cold, gassy, and in a dimunitive 16 oz tumbler containing 14 oz of beer?
But not Dearth and Surfeit, at ABV 5.8% and two weeks old. It certainly won't be cold and gassy, and being housed in the proper lined glassware which is in turn housed in a proper public house, I have to ask myself "what could go wrong?"
Tonight. Yes, tonight will be the visit to the cellar with the tap, spile and rubber mallet. The pint glass. The eager palette.
Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow the horse will be inserted in traditional orientation relative to the cart, and with pint glass in hand I can wax eloquent on Real West Coast IPA. Either that or edit that Web 2.0 post.
