|I will gladly pay you tomorrow, for an IPA today.|
This is my first pint (maybe the first pint?) during actual business hours at the freshly minted Drink.Well, a craft-intoxicants bar that roosts right in the front yard of our quickly molding neighborhood. It also happens to be the creative and economic iteration of two of Melissa's and mine closest friends, Mike and Jessica.
It is a truly impressive place, having been developed over the course of two-to-five years (depending who you ask) at the vehement impatience of Mike and Jessica's very thirsty friends. It is a place that is saturated in meticulous, pub-forward detail which was assembled as if building a dream quarterback to guide your expansion franchise from the league cellar.
The staff emphasizes the on-field accuracy needed for 3rd down conversions, and the food is so fucking remarkable, it runs a 4.3 40.
The handsome design of the bar is the marketable face of the franchise, while the cocktail and wine programs are the boutique's cerebral canon.
But as any owner would allude to, the ballsy, team-leading intangibles by which to measure your long-term investment -- the backbone of the franchise, if you will -- is that glorious tap wall.
Therefore, handle-pull-number-one had to be something both epic and significant; a classic, yet provocative brew to ring in the good life: there is now a bar within yodeling distance of my house, and my fucking friends own it. Oh man. An IPA. For sure, man. Bring on the hops.
That pour up there is Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA, have you met? This is one of the original pedigrees of the IPA breed. It is a perfect IPA.
Sure, there are more extreme IPAs, where you have to rinse your tongue in sodium borate to alleviate the tang. There are better session IPAs, which just gave beer nerds a reason to rejoice when tailgating all day. And there are even better-rated IPAs in the Dogfish Head inventory.
But Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA is the perfect balance of all three of those -- something that IPAs indubitably have a hardest time doing. Either an IPA is too light to appease the ABV, or the ABV is too high to be sustainable. Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA is a drive straight down the fairway. Its balanced, its hoppy, it has a nice warm-alcohol finish, and it won't require making out with a fat girl to dissolve the bittered aftertaste.
Yes, this was a great selection by the bar owners to stock it, and an equally clever decision to take it off their hands at a mutually agreeable price.
So, I think I will have another today. And probably the day after today, as well.