That’s “Hophead Throwdown for the win!”, for the uninitiated.
Saturday was the Hophead Throwdown at the Publick House in Brookline. This is a fundraiser for MS where you pay $15 at the door to get in, and they serve a list of crazy-hoppy beers along with incredibly spicy food. Cath and I talked her dad into going, and we headed down around 12:30.
To be served at the throwdown, a beer needs to be at least 70 IBUs. For comparison, a typical macro beer (Bud, Miller, Coors) is around 11 IBUs, and a normal IPA is 40-60 IBUs. Most of these highly-hopped beers are very alcoholic, to hold up against the hop onslaught.
I started with a Houblon Chouffe Dobbelen IPA Tripel (say that 3 times fast!), which was probably my favorite. I liked the mix of the Belgian yeast flavor with the hoppiness, very unusual. My second was an Oskar Blues Gordon IPA, which was also excellent. At this point, Cath’s dad had ordered a De Ranke XX Bitter that he didn’t like, so I finished that off for him. And then, I finished off with a Hell Spawn of Oliver, a truly ridiculous beer from the Shed in Vermont. The Hell Spawn took their normal Spawn of Oliver, already incredibly hoppy at 135 IBUs, and turned up the hop-knob to 11. How many IBUs, you ask? How about 200! By this point my palate was destroyed, but this beer still caused an explosion of hoppiness in my mouth. It was awesome. A+++, would drink again.
Ah, the food. We didn’t realize this going in, but the point of this exercise, aside from raising money for MS, was to crush your palate. So all the foods were very spicy. Not your typical “spicy for Americans” — actual spicy, to the point that Cath couldn’t finish her wings and I was sweating over my chili. I would put that chili up against anything I’ve eaten in Thailand. My mom would have loved it.
As you can probably guess, the 4 highly-alcoholic beers I drank made for an interesting rest of the day. The alcohol didn’t really hit me until 30 minutes or an hour after we left, and I ended up sleeping for the rest of the day. Next time, I’ll stop at 2. Gotta respect beer.