Monday night football is a great time to drink beer. Whether or not you’re a football fan, you’ve got to admit that it’s a great excuse to enjoy a craft beer on a weeknight. So last night I settled in for the game and it was all fun and games until this idiot showed up… no, not Beer Soaked Scott… a different idiot.
At home in front of the TV. Monday Night Football, Ravens vs Jags
This one is one of those beers that I prejudged based on it’s name. I hate the name “Idiot”. It must trigger an old wound from grade school or something for me, because I really didn’t want to like this beer. I keep coming back to it though.
It pours a nice caramel color with a thick foamy head. Looks beautiful in the glass. You can see the unfiltered bits floating in the glass and it has a great floral hop aroma too. At first sip it’s got that big West Coast IPA punch of hops up front that really speaks to me. It’s a big 8.5% beer with tons of hoppy goodness. Citrus and pine notes throughout and a nice crisp bite to it. It’s a 4 cap beer in my opinion.
The first time I had Coronado Brewing Company‘s Idiot IPA was at a Double IPA tasting alongside more than a dozen other beers in the same classification. When I looked over the list of beers that we’d be tasting at that event I have to admit, I was judging a book by it’s cover. There were brews with much nicer sounding, or hoppier sounding names on the list that I was really looking forward to. And Idiot IPA seemed like one I’d hurry through to get to one of the others. But boy was I wrong. “With a name like Smuckers, it has got to be good.” I felt like an idiot because it turned out to be my favorite of the evening. It may have been in the same classification as the others, but was not in the same class. It was the best of the bunch.
So every now and then I see it on the shelf at the store and I smile. I know it’s a very good Double IPA, with the hop flavor profile that I really like, and I’m in on the joke now, I think. So the name doesn’t bother me so much anymore… in fact, I consider myself to be a beer soaked idiot at times.