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7pm Second Chances

Pints Summer IPAA couple months ago I went by Pints and tried an IPA of theirs and wasn’t too fond of it. However, I don’t think I’m one to hold a grudge so when I saw that their Green Line Summer IPA was on at Bailey’s, I thought I’d give it another go.

It’s not bad. At the very least, there isn’t any weird flavors at the end: it tastes like an IPA brewed in the Northwest ought to taste, with a strong grapefruit presence both at the nose and finish. It’s still a little off…there’s something in this beer that’s making my mouth water in an unusual way. I’m not sure if it’s the hops or if the malt build is such that it’s light and going for a more ‘quenching’ feel but damn, if I don’t want to spit a lot after this beer.

I am suddenly overcome with wanderlust. This happens about twice a year; I can no longer stand where I am and need to leave, go anywhere and not be subject to the institutions I have embraced. It’s a little bit like needing a vacation and a little like wanting to burn down your home and walk away to start over somewhere new, a stranger.

This may be hitting me tonight because the pub is especially crowded; I’m sitting at the bar yet there are still men stacked behind me, over my shoulder, unwilling to go up to the ordering platform.

I don’t blame them: this space is casual enough that you can just order if you catch someone’s attention but at the same time, I want them to not be looking over me while I write. The volume is suddenly too loud; the good part is that the reggae is drowned out, the bad is that the enclosure feels more enclosed.

Maybe I should give myself a short break, go elsewhere for a couple weeks? My next vacation isn’t until September and that just feels like eternity from where I am. With the anniversary party coming up, it’s going to be all Bailey’s all the time and I don’t want to get burnt out.

7pm I don’t wanna

I don’t want to do it today. I’m tired and have had a headache since 3pm. I forgot to do a Friday post and I’m sorry about that: I was on the road.

I’m having to endure mediocre rock hits of the 80’s. This may indicate to the regular reader that I am not at Bailey’s and that is precisely the case. I am visiting a new joint called Pints because it’s new and I want to see what’s up.

I got the Seismic IPA and it is not very IPA-ish. The nose is too malty and the bitterness at the end isn’t even bitter, it’s more dirty.

I am not happy. Not just because of this beer-which is not good-but because I am having to endure ‘Danger Zone‘ via the radio they have piped in.

I should not have to endure Danger Zone more than once a fucking decade.

This atmosphere is bad and they should feel bad. I mean, who is this for? Who is this place trying bring in, with their beer not to style and their Bon Jovi? Is this for business types who don’t care? Hipsters? The beer isn’t good enough for the beer crowd and the setting doesn’t feel social enough for the social crowd. There just isn’t any personality, to me, but worst of all: the beer just isn’t good. A good beer will overcome a lot of other misfires.

I need to go. Too late, I realize I’ve forgotten to take a picture. The bartender is nice enough; asks me how I liked the IPA.

Sigh. I hate being the bearer of bad news. I just want to go home. But I try to break it to him in a constructive way, what I felt was wrong (nose, bitterness, an unpleasant taste at the end) and let it go. He tells me he thinks their IPA is better than Walking Man’s and I just don’t know how to respond, except to say thank you for the service.