Brit: I took a stroll down the promeh-gnawed and there was an add-vert-ess-ment for a herb scon with a choice of eye-thur bah-sil or toe-mat-oh.
Yank: I took a stroll down the prome-nayed and there was an adver-ties-ment for a erb skown with a choice of ee-thur bay-sil or ta-mate-oh.
Canuck: Got a beer at Lock Street down by the docks, eh.
The English language never ceases to amaze me. You’ve got your homonyms, your homophones, and your homographs. All terms which in this day and age sound a bit risqué but I assure you they are all politically correct.* Then you add different pronunciation to the mix, words from another language, and the odd idiom or two. Now you really have a dog’s breakfast of a language, to sort through or sort out, that can really get you out of sorts.
Enough word play or plays on words. Time to tackle the fickle white IPA, Belgian Wit hopped up with American bitterness is a tricky mix for any brewmaster. We have quaffed a few with mixed results. Time for a stroll down the Lock Street promenade to sample theirs.
A definitely not white or even approximating white pour. A golden guilder in the glass, slightly bubbly, with a slim white handrail on the promenade for safety’s sake. A milky nose, floral fresh perhaps. First taste is a thin light floral body with a hoppy bitter finish, refreshing. Evolving into malt and mild floral with some light fruit and some standout hoppy grapefruit bitters. Consistent, persistent and insistent hoppy bitters really make it the refreshing brew it is. From thin to soft mouthfeel, well sequenced, well balanced, well done. Even though it is well balanced a bit more fruit and a bit less floral would be ideal in my books, but Lock Street has incorporated the subtle art of subtle in this White IPA with super suds results.
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