Global #IPAday. That's what it needs to be called. I don't like the implications of international #IPAday. It leaves out the stateless and those on ships at sea beyond territorial waters. And, really, isn't that what #IPAday is all about? Inclusion? Or is it exclusion? Who knows. Here are some #IPAday facts:
→ I was an abused IPA youth having grown up in Nova Scotia and having 1980s Keith's IPA foisted upon me, by then well on its way to the macro lager gak it is today and not at all a shadow of the ales that would have been enjoyed by those in one of the few seats of the Court of Vice-Admiralty of the British Empire.
→ Pete says "What actually happens? That's up to you." Sounds a lot like summer-time Festivus with beer. Pete also confirms an important fact - there is IPA and there is American IPA. And what is wrong with that?
→ Martyn tells us there are myths out there, loose rocks on the mountain's face, sharps toothed fish in the river. These, however, relate to it's Indian-ness or rather it's imperial military despot construct within India a couple hundred years or so ago. Do we really care? I mean, it is good that others care but should I? What is wrong if I don't other than to be happy that Martyn cares and better educated because he cares? Not much. Not much at all.
→ The Scoopster, perhaps, has the clearest view of what it means of all of us.
But what does that all really mean? If I was lied to as a youth by IPA, if Pete points out there are parallel tracks of IPA and if Martyn tells us what is and what never should be for IPA... what the hell is it all about?
For me, it is the continuum and branches of the pales ales. IPA is meaningless without low strength pale ales and even now golden ales below it in England. It is equally meaningless without double and even triple IPAs in the US. There is not "that's it" with IPAs. There are just them, they, those - all those. And they come from a long way down to far too far up. Sharing moment: I need no longer have another DIIPA that tastes light a direct spray of furniture polish into the back of my mouth. Yet I crave ESBs, those pale ales smack dab in the continuum with neither "pale" or "ale" in the name.
Me? I started my #IPAday with a Sunburst Golden Ale by Dark Star, one of my government store's nods to the old country. Grapefruit hops with nutty toffee malt. I will work my way up the ladder through the day but that is a great start.