You can keep your Ballast Point. Enjoy your Russian River. Covet your Green Flash, Rogue, Lagunitas and others. Frankly, I don't care if the West Coast IPA ever makes it over the Mississippi. I've had my fair few, and it may seem brash, but you know what?
The East Coast IPA beats it by a country mile.
Gone are the days of lupulin thresholds, attempts at one-upmanship over IBUs, and battles over who can make the prettiest pour. The East Coast IPA has a firm grip over that one elusive characteristic: the most balanced IPA of them all. Semi-dry, hazy, creamy smooth mouthfeel with an assertive hoppy punch that won't wreck your palate or leave you searching for the nearest salt lick.
I am fortunate to have sampled the nectars of Hill Farmstead, Tree House, Trilium, Lawsons, Alchemist and more, and I will jealously guard the halls of my forebears against the encroachment of swill from lands beyond. Be gone with your overly dry and bitter ways! I have tasted with my own lips nectars of the afterlife, and I do hereby claim...
How the east coast IPA has won.
The East Coast IPA beats it by a country mile.
Gone are the days of lupulin thresholds, attempts at one-upmanship over IBUs, and battles over who can make the prettiest pour. The East Coast IPA has a firm grip over that one elusive characteristic: the most balanced IPA of them all. Semi-dry, hazy, creamy smooth mouthfeel with an assertive hoppy punch that won't wreck your palate or leave you searching for the nearest salt lick.
I am fortunate to have sampled the nectars of Hill Farmstead, Tree House, Trilium, Lawsons, Alchemist and more, and I will jealously guard the halls of my forebears against the encroachment of swill from lands beyond. Be gone with your overly dry and bitter ways! I have tasted with my own lips nectars of the afterlife, and I do hereby claim...
How the east coast IPA has won.
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