I should tell you that I've been on a bit of a hunt for the much heralded triple IPA, Russian River's Pliny the Younger... for the past four years. One year, I was driving up the coast on a rather tight schedule and had to pass by Santa Rosa... one day before the Younger release. Another year I bought a crazy amount of raffle tickets to win a pour at the esteemed Beachwood BBQ in Seal Beach, California. The money went to cancer research charities so I was happy about that, but alas I didn't win. And I watched many a patron drink theirs as I sat next to them at the bar. In addition to spending time with good friends and experiencing this great city, I'd be lying if I said that the chance to finally get some of this beer wasn't an incentive. The hunt was on, but my first chance was a bust. The keg of Younger at the Opening Gala kicked just before the full line (and my place in it) got into the venue. (Cue sad trombone "wah wah".)
SATURDAY: I wish I could build up more suspense on this beer-hunting adventure, but I've got to admit that Saturday morning brought me my victory. There were accounts of folks who waited 10-12 hours in the rain in Santa Rosa for their chance. But my pals and I attended the 14th annual Double IPA Festival at The Bistro in Hayward, and our first pour of the day was the elusive Pliny the Younger (which then kicked 30 minutes later). The angels sang at the end of the rainbow. It was time to taste what I heard was a really great batch. (Sip.) Was it great? Definitely. Am I happy I made the effort and tasted it? Most certainly. So great! Have I had other beers that I have enjoyed just as much? Absolutely. Is Younger over-coveted and over-crazed? Yes. Chasing those white rhinos of craft beer is a lot of fun, but every time I achieve one, I'm reminded that there are amazing beers practically made in my back yard. Drinking a Younger actually made me think ahead to drinking a Peekskill Higher Standard or Newburgh Hop Drop or Barrier Daddy Warbucks. Enjoy chasing those white rhinos (or pink elephants), y'all, but cherish your local goodness. Those local to the Bay Area have the benefit of being in a pioneering and ever-innovating and passionate beer community, and this is the reason for celebration this week. There was more to come.
The Double IPA Fest featured almost 70 double IPAs and almost 30 triple IPAs. Seriously. I tasted maybe 15 due to the size of the pours. I didn't even taste the winners of the professional judging (Kinetic Afterburner DIPA, Iron Springs Compulsory TIPA) but I did sample the two that won People's Choice (Kern River Citra DIPA and from one of my favorite hangouts from my Southern Cal days, Pizza Port Carlsbad Thruster TIPA) and they were indeed fantastic.
Then for the rest of the day my peeps chased David Walker of Firestone Walker around town. Just picture Walker's Wild Ride jeep followed closely by three beer nerds in a cab. We sampled PNC and Sour Opal at Toronado and Parabola at The Royal Exchange. And Squigs said it was good.