Mommy Needs A Cocktail: I’ll Take A Day Re-do Please…

by Kristin Nichols on December 17, 2010 | Comments Off on Mommy Needs A Cocktail: I’ll Take A Day Re-do Please… |

A Bitter End To A Bitter Day

Disclaimer:  Neither Elton nor myself is a huge IPA fan.  In fact, you might say that we are really, really anti-IPA’s.  But I continue to buy them, in the misguided belief that I really do love them.  But I don’t.  We don’t.  Um…please keep that in mind when reading this review.

My head is pounding, my tongue is numb, my bitter mood is even more bitter…all because I thought that Rogue Yellow Snow IPA was a good idea. Don’t believe me?  Here are some snippets from the conversation regarding this beer:

“Holy Hell this is bitter!”

“This is a bitter beast!”

“You know sticking your tongue out won’t make the bitterness go away.  You look like my dog when I fed her peanut butter.”

“If your favorite wine is retsina, this is your beer.”

Don’t get me wrong, Rogue is a great brewery.  I’ve loved their Dead Guy Ale since I used to pour it on tap back in the day when I bartended at a gay karaoke dive bar (yes, it was as fun as it sounds).  But when you’ve been beat down by a 6 month old and settle back into your couch for the cocktail respite for your day, you might not want to finish it with the Yellow Snow.

I thought the Yellow Snow would be a great Christmas beer.  I mean, what else do you do during Christmastime?  The first snow of the season…welcoming in the holiday season…you pee in the snow.  It’s just done.  But this.  This beer.  It’s like you were happily peeing in the snow when someone pushed you in, bottom first, into a snow-filled bank that you can’t easily pull yourself out of – an unwelcome surprise, and not pleasant.  The hops, oh the hops.  So bitter.  Bleh.

So why are IPA’s so outrageously bitter and hoppy?  According to my husband (my walking encyclopedia, and pretty damn helpful because I’m too lazy to look things up on my own) IPA’s came about because  back in the day when there was no refrigeration, hops were the only way to stabilize beer for long distance travel. The farther the beer needed to go, the hoppier it needed to be. The British troops in India needed a lot of beer, and thus the India Pale Ale, the hoppiest beer of its time, was born.

This was a much more intensely bitter and hoppy IPA than I’ve had, and was a bitter, bitter conclusion to an already bitter day.  As Elton said, “It’s like they fermented the beer in a boot that had just tromped through a grassy field.”  A pretty accurate – and vivid – statement if there ever was one.

Yuck.

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