In honor of Kublai Khan’s rise to power, I’m eating an open face bacon egg and Romano cheese.
I was bouncing around the US last week, and right before I got on the plane to leave home I bought a couple of Six Point Hi-Res. When I got back home, I opened one to celebrate. Now, as someone who’s had some “interesting” experiences pounding a few too many Resins on a Brooklyn roof (don’t ask me how I descended the ladder to the ground), I was somewhat afraid of Hi-Res’s boozy powers and hopped wiles. But I feared for nothing. Six Point’s crafted a balanced, if gigantic,
imperial triple quad mega IPA that is more of a hopped malt wine than a beer. Noted some creamscicle hints in the nose, too, which was interesting.