West Coast IPA should be a recognised BJCP style.
Hell, you could even get more specific with a Californian IPA category, to differentiate it from those beers originating from more northerly states.
Any beer that described itself as a Cali IPA and deviated from the fresh fruit and pine aroma blueprint, the sunset orange and fluffy white cloud visual guidelines, and the zingy citrus-hop / subtle-malt flavour profile would be deemed a failure.
Mongo IPA is not a failure. It’s so far removed from failure it doesn’t even realise failure exists.
It has all the characteristics I’ve outlined above turned up to 11, but somehow the elements all mesh together perfectly – much like its slightly-less-punchy-but-no-less-brilliant little brother Wipeout – creating a dangerously easy-drinking double IPA.
New Year’s Eve can do one.
Everyone have fun all at the same time immediately and be happy and make sure it’s brilliant and pay through the nose for a shit night out with people who never normally go out and are therefore unable to act appropriately in social situations and then spend four hours trying to get home surrounded be people who inspire a welling-up of pure hatred from within the very core of your being.
Most years I shut the curtains and pretend it’s not happening.
This year we had a couple of very good friends over to our place and it was probably the best New Year’s Eve I’ve ever experienced.
I laughed a lot and drank incredible beer until I literally passed out.
So the fact that I can remember how glorious Mongo was is testament to how superb this beer is.
The fact that I haven’t been able to write about it until now is probably testament to the brutal hangover that I’m only just emerging from now.