Schlafly No. 20, Volume 4. Southern Hemisphere IPA or SN20V4SHIPA for Short.

This is an anniversary IPA from those lunatics in the Lou, aka St. Louis in the M. O. This is maybe the second Schlafly beer that I have ever had and they have been creeping up and putting midwest numbers on my map. I have about 6 other Schlalfly beers in the cellar but hey, give my liver a break, haters.

Galaxy Hops and long acronyms. So dope.

SN20V4SHIPA – India Pale Ale, 7% abv

The name of this beer looks like a router code.

A: This beer looks fantastic just how an IPA should look, nice apple juice translucence and generous carbonation that whips up like lemon meringue and crackles away without prodigious ceremony. So far so good, and it is in a fancy 750ml bottle, so you know shit is about to get cracking.

when I first smelled this beer my face was all like this.

S: This beer “is kettle hopped and dry hopped with a unique hop from Tasmania, Galaxy.” If you haven’t tried this hop varietal yet, holy shit, it is second only to Citra as my favorite hop. It presents a nice herbal bouquet but a huge honeycomb and tangerine smell. If this beer was just smell and no palate, it would be a world class brew, the nose is seriously that good but I dont know how much of that should be credited to the galaxy hop.

T: Sadly the appearance and nose were the high note of this beer and the taste is not bad by any means but it went from two five stars to a 3.5 in the taste. It is still a great IPA but nothing like the A and S were getting me all half chub for. It would be like if Waka Flocka Flame jumped out the cut but then used Bahamen beats. You are stoked but then like ahhhh. Anyway, it has a mild honey and light juniper, some herbal aserose aspects, and then BOOM shit is over like the first Lord of the Rings movie and you’re all like “alright? I guess let’s just go back to my place.” She knew the popcorn had a false bottom.

After I tasted this beer, my hopes were dashed upon the rocks and I was all like-

M: No shocker here, the mouthfeel is crisp and light and imparts a frothy foam that washes away within 3 seconds and leave a mild pinecone flavor. I wish that Galaxy tasted as good as it smelled in this beer, and now the dead horse has been sufficiently beaten.

D: I have no idea what this costs but this is a fancy, damn good IPA. Assuming this is an $8.99 750ml, this could scrap with some bigger boys. I will list some single IPAs that this is far better than: Ranger, Torpedo, Golden Road, etc. It cannot touch the Sculpins, Blind Pigs, Hill Farmsteads of the world but it is still a great beer. HOW ELSE CAN I SAY THIS.

Regardless of the rampant comparisons, once you drink an entire 750ml of this, you president now.

Narrative: Jacob Michaelson woke up out of the coma in 2009. The world had changed so drastically since he was last conscious. Initially he sat up in his hospital bed and looked with strange deference to the thin laptop that looked nothing like the lap computers of 1995. He was equally dismayed to learn that not a single person ever listened to the Spin Doctors and his favorite group, SWV, was also the subject of derision. Jacob walked the streets looking for a payphone to use and was stymied to learn that even migrant workers had cell phones in this modern era. It was similar to a movie he once saw starring Brendan Fraser where he was a person who was from a separate time period and then had to adjust, wait, what was that movie? Blast from the Past? Encino Man? George of the Jungle? Dudley Do Right? No. CRASH. That was the movie Jacob was thinking of. It would take some time to stop relying on the screeching of modems but he quickly was apprized that people listened to those sounds recreationally and it was apparently called SKRILLEX.


Coastal Fog Brewing India Pale Ale, The Bay Area Rolls out something more lackluster than Silicon Valley children.

Coastal Fog usually tastes like Parliaments and salt, now it tastes like escort spit.

Ok so, this is the lowest rated IPA in the beer community and is (in)famous for being the only IPA in the worst 50 beers category. Today I wrangle this gentle flower and get its pistil and stamen all up in my face.

Coastal Fog India Pale Ale, 5.2% ABV

A: The appearance is nothing too offensive, but also nothing exceptionally wrong either. It has a muted copper and penny look to it like oh, I dont know, an ESB. Does that make you happy? You want labels. FINE. There’s your label, translucent lake water, now go find it in Behr and do you child’s nursery in it. Also, the lacing and carbonation is great, its like the lake after a sick Eliminator goes through straight up eliminating.

Worst IPA Ever? Go on. I am listening.

S: The hop profile is not usual for a single IPA but it isn’t really that bad either. It has a huge wateriness to it, but that might be intentional for a casual fun IPA. Who knows. It has a mild turbinado sugar like a watered down belgian dubbel and finally some hops that are a bit like unraked yard trimmings. it isn’t really that bad, like how Blossom was ok, but if you compare this beer to a real show like Breaking Bad, it’s going to seem shitty by comparison. WHOA.

T: The taste is really thin and watery with an initial sweet honey note to it like if you did a 3:1 water ratio with Hopslam (3oz water 1oz Hopslam) but it has a nice little redeeming pine at the end. Like when you walk into a bathroom and it clearly smells like deuce, but then someone has a forest Glade plug in to let you know that they were at least trying.

M: Ok so, if you missed it, it is watery. Sessionable as hell and almost to the point where I wonder how much crystal and 2 row that they actually used. It comes off almost more like an English Mild in a way, but oh well, haters gonna hate. I feel like the threadbare old white cop who learned something from my renegade partner that, I shouldn’t just judge IPAs on the face of things, and never to touch an IPA’s radio when he is being all sassy.

This beer is not going through any phases, this is exactly how it really tastes. No need to age this.

D: Well, this is kinda drinkable, I GUESS. Furthermore, it is pretty thin and doesn’t really dry out the gumline. It doesn’t really bother me, but I dont really get excited drinking it either. The ho’s and hum’s cascade effortlessly. However, this beer is cheap. I think I got a bomber for $2.99 so there’s that. But then Lagunitas doesn’t taste like bidet water and it is about the same price so, oh well. Is it as bad as everyone says? Not hardly. It’s not even the worst IPA that I have ever had. I think anything by Hermitage is far worse. It enjoys a fate worse than awful, the purgatory of “oh? I forget, no dont get that.”

Coastal Fog did not do the cooking by the book.

Narrative: Clive Worthington was the smoothest loan restructuring agent in the tricounty area, but you wouldn’t see his phone ringing anytime soon. Sure, people loved having their mortgage rates adjusted, and Clive cut through the red tape with the slickest of ease. Once it was over, Clive was left with a series of pink carbon copies and an empty heart. Who ever calls the old loan structure specialist? No one. Real Estate agents get invited to housewarming parties, but old Clive just stares out the window at the children making obscene snow sculptures and wonders what love feels like. He has his model trains at home, his botanical garden, and of course his Ziggy comics, but no one would ask old Clive to a wedding, or even a funeral. He was ultimately not a bad guy, just a guy who was there when things were bad. The opposite of a fairweather friend really. Clive smiled as a child was pushed into a snow vagina and nodded his head knowing that he would die alone. The child climbed out of the crude snow crevasse and shouted to his mother when he noticed that old man Worthington was watching them with no pants on again.