Anyone remember when that most British of beer styles, India Pale Ale, was brewed with British hops? You know, when it was more class & balance and less grapefruit & lychee? Here in east Kent we get an annual handy little reminder in the late winter, when the East Kent Goldings arrive fresh (dried) from the merchants - it's our excuse to go a little overboard with indigenous hops. The result is a smooth, gently lemon-honeyed hoppy ale with a quietly nagging, moorish, dry bitter finish.
If it's a high IBU 'hop forward' tropical fruit flavoured modernista boundary-pushing rate-beerian stylebar cockt'ale you crave, go somewhere else (a long way away). If you want a decent pint, step right this way.
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I think we should see how it travels. Like in the post for instance. Toronto seems like a far enough destination. This seems like a job above Postmaster Coyotes station. What do you say?
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