The brew dogs are a cookout crew. We wait out the entire bleak and brutal Brooklyn winter just thinking about hanging in one of our yards, drinking great beer, and slowly burning lots of meat. Out of all of the pre-summer months, the end of April is a particularly painful time in NYC, hovering on the edge of bearable and teasing you with sunshine and longer days. So longing for nice weather and killer brew are we by then that a few weeks back me, my wife, Stinky, and I went over to an obviously premature cookout on the deck of a coworker of mine, motivated as much by drinking outdoors as anything else. What was the beer we were most excited to bring? Ithaca’s Flower Power IPA.
From a brewery that’s always been around on the periphery comes this fantastic IPA that is classic in every way, and really one of the most flavorful, drinkable, intense bottles that I’ve had continuous access to for as long as I’ve truly been digging beer on this level. We huffed the heavy hops, which felt like biting orange rinds. We basically just got low while this drinkable amber genius of a beer (with a lot of bitterness that just erases the alcohol) waxed our insides. So yes, we brought a sixer of this to my friend’s house and drank them all ourselves as quickly as we could, while we ate sausage and listened to the neighborhood. It was worth it. We almost convinced ourselves it was summer, if only for a few hours.
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