So I usually get lunch at the Trappist in Oakland once a week or so. One of the bartenders is a homebrewer and has shared a couple of his beers with me. Good stuff. He finally bugged me to bring in one of mine so I brought my Rye IPA in. Now the guys at the Trappist know their beer. They know it really well.
He cracked it open just as a coworker of mine wandered in for lunch. So he split it into three taster glasses. I said to be brutal and I thought it could use a bit more malt backbone.
But then he says to me "No, this is perfect. You hit all the notes." And my coworker (not a close friend) says that he doesn't believe it is homebrew. The bartender said it was the best homebrew he has ever had. They both exclaimed that it was professional quality. In fact, the coworker had ordered a Drake's IPA and after tasting mine, said it made that beer taste flat and boring.
Needless to say, it made me feel pretty good.
He cracked it open just as a coworker of mine wandered in for lunch. So he split it into three taster glasses. I said to be brutal and I thought it could use a bit more malt backbone.
But then he says to me "No, this is perfect. You hit all the notes." And my coworker (not a close friend) says that he doesn't believe it is homebrew. The bartender said it was the best homebrew he has ever had. They both exclaimed that it was professional quality. In fact, the coworker had ordered a Drake's IPA and after tasting mine, said it made that beer taste flat and boring.
Needless to say, it made me feel pretty good.
