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Jacob Berg, Staff Writer
This week’s entry serves as a cautionary tale: treat your beer well (or make sure your friends aren’t jerks).
I went to VA for a friend’s birthday last Saturday. As part of the celebrations, every year they have a “beerster egg” hunt where participants find mini-shots or hidden beers in the backyard. During my search, I thought I lucked out – I found a KBC IPA – one of the reasonably-priced IPAs at Trader Joes. I typically like this beer just fine – there’s a bit of graham-crackery malt and pronounced Northwest hops bittering character.
Little did I realize my friend hid this particular bottle was a “backyard bomb.” I believe it had been sitting in the sun followed by a couple years in the fridge. Have you ever expected a coke, then actually were served a diet? Picture that only with a couple-years stale and light-struck IPA. The malt and hop character I had come to expect was replaced by cardboard notes and sherry-esque sweetness. The carbonation was almost entirely gone and was replaced with flat and syrupy mouthfeel. It was a shock to say the least, and I had some choice words that are not suitable for print. I followed-up with a plain-ol’ Yuengling that was delightful in comparison.
This one was brutal. I’d have been really mad had my friend not followed up the hunt with delicious home-smoked brisket – it almost made up for my suffering….almost.
Chris Van Orden, Co-Editor
This past Sunday, a friend's guest bartending shift finally brought me to Pop's Sea Bar, the Adams Morgan shrine to the Jersey shore towns in which I spent my childhood summers. Thinking back to my younger self's scouring of the scarce craft offerings at the little liquor stores, I opted for a Pilsner from Brooklyn, one of the few decent breweries I could find back in the day. The pils pours a brilliant straw with a moderate head and sticky lacing. The hops are undoubtedly noble, and the German malt provides a mellow, crackery sweetness. On a warm, sunny afternoon, it was a welcome reminder that summer is on its way.