...it was a veritable sh*t scene, but in a good way...

It was widely available to me in my formative years and became my go-to beer of choice, although it drove many of my friends to become lager drinkers…

I think I love their East Coast hazy IPAs even more, and even though the NEIPA style has probably been a little over-exposed these last five years, and we may all be suffering from a little palate tiredness, I still get great joy from a fruity funky refreshing hazy.

I had no attack plan this time, other than finding the strongest most dangerous beer for my first pour, as is my custom.

High Brau meets low brow?

As usual when visiting Fifth Hammer at the start of a crawl, I didn’t manage to get out of there again until it was time to get the ferry back home… I never learn.