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.
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.
But, enough of that misery stuff, we should celebrate instead with a proper pie and a pint.
You know, those perfectly good classic brews that are combined in the cask with all manner of found objects; not limited to actual foodstuffs.
