Nathan Penny and I go back and forth all the time discussing what our ideal bar would be if we ever got around to that particular pipe dream. The basics are as follows. It needs to be down an alley with no visible signage and very limited seating, and a very limited selection of drinks available. Nathan doesn't think it needs a name, but if we go with the Japanese Whisky version of the bar I want to call it, Phuk That.
I also need to tell a story of being tired and cranky and wanting an IPA. We walk into a bar, it could be pretentious, but maybe not and I look at the extensive beer menu; Pineapple IPA, Imperial IPA, Black IPA, White IPA and COFFEE IPA??? I've been been repeating this meme all summer. I get it, brewers need to differentiate themselves, but sometimes a man just wants a gawddamn beer. Why the hell can't I get a simple IPA, preferably a Flower Power, a beer which I feel encapsulates all that is good and holy and righteous about IPAs.
That's it, yes choice is good, 100 taps at the Yardhouse is good. But you know what, there are nights where only having to decide between 4 beers is heaven too and you can pay attention to your friends instead of a miles long beer list.
And wouldn't you know, we were channeling some cosmic ideal bubbling into our consciousness from a parallel world because someone else was channeling this particular thread too and went ahead and opened our pipe dream bar. They didn't call it Phuk That but that's ok.
4 Miller beers