Well, old Pete may have cleaned up the riverfront, but he forgot to install any restrooms, so I had to look elsewhere.

I hear you asking yourselves, how come this young (cough) man is extolling the virtues of a beer that is fit only for the West Midlands cloth cap brigade and old fogies elsewhere?

Pale yellow, gassy, non-descript, mostly harmless, yet curiously approachable, whether served on draught or in cans… it was all the same.

...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.