Sunday night is upon us, leaving me wondering where the weekend went. I’m not sure I’m ready for tomorrow to be Monday. I had about eight hundred thousand words I was hoping to read. Instead, I read about eighty thousand, maybe I’ll hit a hundred tonight. Fortunately, most of those were the right words. So I’m pouring a “modern all-malt trippel dry-hopped and bottle conditioned” for words spilled and all those words yet to be read.
A day spent fretting over a manuscript in need of repairs while Jennifer designed Cthulhu postcards left me wanting a brisk, bold beverage. So we ordered pizza from The New Yorker and hit Petaluma Market, where I picked up a Green Flash Hop Head Red Ale. 45 IBU? Sign me up.
I love the idea of Stone’s collaboration series: micro brewers working together to produce “liquid tributes to the spirit of camaraderie.” So I’ve got high hopes for Highway 78 Scotch Ale, which brings together three North County San Diego brewers: Escondido’s Stone, San Marcos’s Green Flash, and Carlsbad’s Pizza Port.
Will I see the green flash? At 10.9%, I just might. Citrus and hops. And hops and citrus. And citrus-y hops. And hoppy… you get the idea. Scrapes the roof of the mouth with initial hoppiness, but improves as you become accustomed to it. Green Flash Barleywine Style Ale is good, but no Olde GnarlyWine. For that matter, it’s not an Old Guardian, either. And I didn’t see any green flash.
