The worst thing about New England is that despite how annoying the residents are, the region puts out a helluva product. The Red Sox just won their fourth World Series in the last 15 years, the Patriots are the preeminent football dynasty, the Celtics are classic, The Departed is the greatest movie ever made, and New England clam chowder is delicious.
Before I drank it I had to find out what the hell a New England IPA was. I live in Northern California and drink Sierra Nevada like it’s water. IPA’s, to me, are synonymous with the West Coast. Why is the Northeast appropriating our beer?
Turns out that a New England style IPA is just a pussy version of a REAL IPA. Not quite as hoppy. Not quite as bitter. A little more fruity.
Shipyard’s own website describes the Finder IPA as follows:
This mouthwatering New England Style IPA has a creamy mouthfeel. The Citra, Mosaic and El Dorado hops create a drinkable, juicy ale with flavors of grapefruit, orange peel and lemongrass. Finder finishes with a slight bitterness and notes of tropical sweetness.
I wouldn’t say it has a creamy mouthfeel, but it is definitely drinkable and juicy. You can taste a lot of the fruit, almost like a hybrid IPA. The site also describes the beer’s color as “Deep Gold” but that’s a generous characterization. It’s more appropriately describable as “Dust Bowl Orange”.
Because I hate New England’s fanbase, I so dearly wanted to write a scathing review of this beer. Alas, I believe beer are like dogs–there’s no such thing as a bad dog.