okay, here’s where the beer as object of teenage-boy dating metaphor gets a little murky. A lot murky. This triple threat ale is a murky substance,a deep copper haze no one can peer through. She is a bursting sun of sweetness, perhaps like a cheerleader on the football sidelines of yet another losing effort on a saturday afternoon. (Sidenote: eveyone in the family scored a touchdown in the 50th Turkey Bowl last thursday.)
But that’s about all. Proving that even an IPA requires complexity in order to be compelling. So…turn the TV off, pick up Moby Dick and open a Dogfish Head instead.