Crazy-Ass Hop Feast Imperial IPA
So what’s in a name, anyway? Dinner? Really? C’mon, we can do better than that! If you think about it, this beer has absolutely nothing to do with dinner. In reality, it’s an eye-watering, drool-inducing, skull-cracking, teeth-shattering explosion of hop goodness that will smack your senses with such humulone overload that you will have to register your tongue as a genetically modified organism! And at 8.2% alcohol, it’s surprisingly balanced, too, as the layers of malt are seamlessly intertwined with the rather insane quantities of the hops that we love so dearly. And even though we may forget the names of our first-born children—we’ll always call these hops by name. Come on, chant it with me: Citra, Falconer’s Flight, Mosaic, Simcoe. That’s right, you’ve got it—now say it louder and say it faster! Very good! Now jump up on that supper table and kick that stupid turkey onto the floor, because tonight we’re going to skip dinner and proceed directly to this Crazy-Ass Hop Feast!