Village Grandfather West Coast IPA

Reviewed by on June 15, 2015 in Local Heroes GuideSummer Guide

The Details

  • Brewery: Village Brewery

  • Origin: Calgary, AB, CA

  • Rated On: June 15, 2015

  • Best Before: June 22, 2015, apparently

  • ABV: 7.2%

  • Ideal Temperature: cold to cool

  • Style: American IPA

  • Rating: GOOD !

The Review

Calgary’s Village Brewing have released this limited-issue offering (a celebration of their 1000th brew), in advance of Father’s Day 2015. A nice sequel to last year’s ‘Father’ Imperial Red Ale, at least marketing-wise. And cool, retro stitched patch affixed to the label, for whatever reason.

This 650ml bottle pours a mostly clear, medium copper amber hue, with two fingers of puffy, moderately foamy, and mildly creamy off-white head, which leaves some random winter windshield ice pattern lace around the glass as it slowly retreats.

It smells of dank pine resin, sharp, dried orange, red grapefruit, and lemon peel, a bit of earthy yeast, gritty, grainy caramel malt, and further leafy, herbal, and slightly grass hop bitters. The taste is bready, mildly doughy caramel malt, an ethereal toffee pudding sweetness, wet white saltine crackers (’cause there’s now a whole wheat version, of course), grassy, leafy, and faintly musty pine needle-esque hops, a hard to discern muddled citrus acridity, and a bit of herbal tincture alcohol. The carbonation is quite gentle in its arm’s length frothy handling of my various palates, the body a decent middleweight, and pretty darned smooth, I don’t mind saying, the purported testy Yankee hops even allowing for a nascent creaminess. It finishes off-dry, the dankness figuring that a redux is a good idea in terms of the lingering piney, leafy bitterness, while the gritty caramel sweetness really starts to lose steam as it leaks power like it just doesn’t care anymore.

Nice and bitter, and malty, sure, but this particular west coast IPA tends to keep to the northern realm, if you know what I mean, i.e. more Seattle/Van City, than San Diego. That’s not a knock, just an observation, as I find this to be rather drinkable, and a suitable ode to fathers of all types, but especially the sort (mine included) that would likely look at me sideways after taking a swig of this. Good thing my own son (well underage, but whaddya gonna do about it?) absolutely lurrrrrrrrves himself some big hoppy-ass IPA (foamy finger dabs). Yup, Grandfather West Coast IPA is a study in changing times.

Brady White

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