I remember working the night shift back in the day. Blackout blind on the window, do not disturb sign on the door. Eleven o’clock alarm clock. A thermos of Joe to go. No big bosses around to boss you around. It wasn’t bad once you got used to it. But 6 months of steady 12 hour graveyards got tired after a while, or maybe I did.
The Commodores worked the Nightshift in a touching tribute to Marvin Gaye and Jackie Wilson. Micheal Keaton and Henry Winkler had a brothel in a funeral home on the Night Shift. And the king of horror, Stephen King’s first short story collection was on the Night Shift.* Enough trivia night fodder, time to work Bridgewater’s Night Shift.
A pale orange fade of a pour, hazy, with a high noon daylight not midnight head. A hoppy zingy aroma, a grapefruit grind of rind, or pine perhaps? Mild peach and citrus but nothing that kicks and screams juicy. Minimal zing with a touch of bitters. Foamy, not fizzy, there is a difference. An easy drinking refresher. Light and very mild fruit. This is a classic session IPA and would be good for the reluctant to try die hard lager pils drinker as an intro to IPAs.
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