Appallingly grotesque metaphor: David Foster Wallace’s corpse reanimated as a bum in the early morning light transposed with the first 15 minutes of a Next Generation episode. That’s Oskar Blues Gordon DIPA…more or less.
Now I’m not as thirsty as the bum who was willing to pay me for a face full of dog piss but I am certainly always ready for a good DIPA. 2 days and halway down a growler, this beer puts me in a good mood before dinner and a better mood after a Captain Picard verbal smackdown. And the like the ridges of Lieutenant Worf’s brow, the hops in the beer cut a bristling line across the top of your mouth. But the flavor doesn’t pain you, it sails like heinous JFK-like sailboat on a sea of bourbon.
Traditional is the mildest adjective I can think of for this brew. Isn’t that terribly interesting? Please do try this Colorado delicacy. No, I have not been paid to say that…yet.
-Pedro Wooley
- 3 years ago
