“Think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? Not if it’s in my beer it won’t.” * Rhubarb, the vegetable that thinks it’s a fruit. Meanwhile that useless disgusting orange orb of a fruit called the pumpkin thinks it’s a vegetable. Yes, it’s a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Lola. ** Looks we are headed for the rhubarb,* better get a handle on this review.
This Cowbell had a familiar ring to it, and upon checking we have sampled a Hazy Days IPA, rhubarbless and sans strawberries. Their previous offering had not quite achieved super suds stardom. Let’s see how this juiced up country pie combo of an IPA stacks up.
Hazy, yes. Juicy, perhaps. A reddish tint reminiscent of a hot day ahead sunset. Strawberries and rhubarb on the nose, better I guess than in the nose or up the nose. First taste definitely has the distinctive S&R taste to it, but not overbearing. I like the taste but at the same time the fruit and veggie combo are a bit at odds with each other. There are mild, slight bitters on the finish. Is this an IPA or a rhubarb sour? The jury is still out. Deliberations ongoing, the decision could go either way on this one. It’s ok, different, it’s about as close to a sour as you can get and still be an IPA. I did enjoy it but the word love implies commitment and I’m not ready to be committed yet. ***
I think it should have been a hot afternoon on the dock quaff. Instead, it was my “watching the Blue Jays lose to the mile high lowly Rockies” adult beverage of choice. The clock is ticking for the Jays, time to git ‘er done or head back to the farm in October.
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