Port Townsend’s Hop Diggity IPA
Growling louder than my stomach, the growler full of Hop Diggity beckons me like TV show speculation. Here’s what I mean: What happened to Kolonel Klink after Hogan (and his heroes) ended the war? After realizing what kind of large-scale disaster his career was, Klink either:
(A) Killed Himself. Period.
(B) Lived in anonymity with his wife and her slowly deteriorating, still-under-theNazi-influence bride self.
(C) Moved to America and suffered through an endless existential crisis concerning his former, current and future identities.
This creation from Port Townsend takes a little from all these very studious theories. Then they cross ‘em up Rajon Rondo-style into a blend of bitterness and lipsmack. That fair maiden above is a diversion (like Klink’s decrepit wife) from the fact that your going to ingest TWO dry hopping sessions. Thus, the effect of (A)—you’ll want to drink it until yer dead and floating down the Strait of Juan de Fuca.
Like some treatise on human emotions, this beer wallows in an existential dilemma. It yearns to strip the pale shadow of a materialistic category (IPA) and become something beautiful and beyond. Is it just the sum of its ingredients or the roiling, bubbling ideas of the brewmasters. Nay to either. It’s a beer dammit. And it’s fucking tasty.
Go drink this. Now.
- 2 years ago
