Big Daddy IPA: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Hop


At age 18, I didn’t think I liked beer. I would try my dad’s cans of Coors Light thinking this was the best the market had to offer me. I soon left my folks in the Central Valley to move to San Francisco, where I would live for four years. My palate completely expanded, and changed. I was trying lots of new foods, restaurants, and hanging out with some pretty unique individuals. During this time, and at age 20, a dear friend gave me a local IPA to try. I tried Speakeasy’s Big Daddy IPA. It’s an incredibly flavorful, and complex single IPA with lots of notes of pine, and a hint of citrus. My mind pretty much exploded, and I knew that beer would become a lifelong friendship for me. The bottle art was not nearly as cool as it is now, so it may not have been love at first sight, but definitely love at first (hop) bite. I still find this beer to be a comfort beer, or an easy go-to when I need some “drinking beer.” Big Daddy was a great way to expand my horizons, and had me trying to find more unique styles of beer. Four years later, I sit here thinking about all the amazing beers I’ve had the fortune of sampling, all the breweries I’ve visited, and all the wonderful people I’ve met, including the love of my life. If I did not try that beer, where would I be right now? Would my life be as fulfilling? I don’t think so. Thank you Speakeasy for rocking my palate, and changing my life!


2 thoughts on “Big Daddy IPA: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Hop

  1. I had a similar moment today looking back on my exploration in craft beer. I had to just sit back and love where I am and how many amazing beers I’ve tried and friends I have met because of beer. *humbled by beer*

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