My dad recently challenged me to try Flying Monkeys Hoptical Illusion Pale Ale. Ok, he didn’t so much challenge me as tell me to never, under any circumstance, drink it. Apparently it was distasteful to him.
So of course, being the son who has to find everything out for himself, I grabbed a bottle at the pub we had lunch at today.
I don’t know if the batch my dad got was skunky or what, but the one I drank was wonderful! It wasn’t even as hoppy as I’d expected. It was bursting with flavour and utterly refreshing.
For once it paid off not believing my folks. They’re still way in the lead on that race though.