What I Drank All Weekend: SpeakEasy’s Big Daddy IPA aka Sex w/ an Ex you never want to be with


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Beer review are shamefully boring. Basically every beer review speaks about how a beer looks when poured into a glass. Then you are exposed to a discussion of mouth-feel, aroma, carbonation and finally taste.

Personally if I wanted to listen to soul-crushing palaver I would sit in a bar in a more affluent or hipster area of town where I can be continually bombarded, like the city of Dresden, with beer recommendations by someone who looks like an acid -induced nightmare from 1972.  I have no malice towards hipsters. Without hipsters there would be no need to gentrify neighbourhoods and subsequently transform the good, original indigenous culture or sentimentality into a machine for the propagation of some surreptitious capitalistic aim.

To that end I make sure that each of my beer reviews are, free from any reference to patchouli oil, and fully engaged with the reality of the human experience.

Big Daddy IPA


I’d rather have a bottle in front of me, than a frontal lobotomy.

Tom Waits

I was done with IPA’s.  My life was bitter enough thank you very much. I had tried Stone IPA, Smuttynose Ipa, Racer 5 IPA, Harpoon IPA, Lagunitas IPA  and the list goes on ad nauseum. I don’t remember what the last IPA I had was, I just knew it was over. I moved on, dabbled in the  Quadrupels, Tripels, Barley-wines, and Stouts.

As chance would have it, this weekend my fridge was not stocked with libations well there was a Corona (don’t judge me).  It had been a long week, a tiring week, and to cap it off with drinking Bud Or Coors light would have add insult to injury. I rushed to the super-market and came across an inordinate amount of swill. I almost was resigned to my fate of a sober weekend when out of the corner of my eye I spotted Big Daddy IPA.  The rest is history. Literally I killed the whole six pack over the course of the weekend.

Official Review


This is amazingly drinkable. It is one of the most drinkable beers let alone IPA’s I have come across. But here is an official review for all of you who need overinflated jibber-jabber to validates your presumed self-importance

Aroma/ Look / Taste / Mouthfeel


There is my favourite bottle opener given to me as a gift brought all the way from Scotland.

The aroma is predominantly that of hops finishing in particular. (By finishing hops I mean hops added in the final stages of a wort boil or dry-hopped in the fermenter for the purpose of lending hop flavour and/or aroma to the finished beer. -You will encounter the finishing hops again after your first sip.)

The taste is characteristic of what you would expect from an IPA. I was hit first with  a coppery, grapefruit pith, piney  taste common to IPA’s then I was accosted in the best way possible with a nice citrus note. The citrus note in this case was more of an orangey-floral note. You get hint of some malty sweetness.

The carbonation is very subtle, and that in combination with  the creamy texture/mouth-feel added a lot to the drinkability of this beer. The finish was a bit dry and bitter but not overpoweringly so. What stuck out to me the most was that I wasn’t over powered and prison man-handled by the hop profile and bitter after-taste.

Recommendations / Food Pairings

I would recommend this to someone who hasn’t tried an IPA yet. It has all the character of an IPA but it is not too bold. It is very palatable and drinkable.  I like drinking beer and I never felt the need to pair it with anything. It just so happened that  during the course of my drinking I do shovel food into my face. With that said I have to say that spicy foods – Indian style curries, Mexican food, grilled meat, hamburgers, pizza definitely something about the tomato and garlic  for me at least. Any kind of really sweet and spiced dessert should work as well, it will bring out the malt profile.

Overall Conclusions


That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.

Charles Bukowski

You’re at a party. You been avoiding going out for a bit but today you finally made it. While you scan the room making  a mental note of who you will avoid, your eyes lock with another familiar pair. These eyes are familiar and while seemingly inviting there is an element of danger because they belong to an ex-lover (girlfriend or boyfriend).

You are both adults so you sit to chat and both of you instinctively ask for stuff drink before you get there. There is awkward chatter and more drinking. You don’t hate each other, and still have the fleeting thought that things could get back together at some rosy time in the future where communist where bright colors and aviator glasses finally go out of style and die for good. But now isn’t then.

Somehow the more you talk the more familiar habits resurface, and then there is an awkward pause where you both realize that the other person for years has been trained to please you, to give you just what you like how you like it.  Fun sexy times occur and its the best ever. You can curse and call the other person names and not act like you don’t mean it and are just babbling incoherently like biblical time possession. You can grab some hair (from the roots) and you both make sure  to help the other arrive.  You know you never want to see this muthafucker again but even while your heart is empty looking for love your loins are assuaged and that’s all that counts

That was for me what drinking this beer was like. I swore off IPA’s like I would a bad relationship. I ducked and dodged them in the market, at the bar, until it just so happened that my back was against the wall. It had everything I liked , how I like, when I needed it the most. Now my fridge is stocked with the stuff I like -easy access makes it all the sweeter.

Upcoming Reviews

Past Reviews

  1. What I’m Drinking Tonight: Samuel Adams Octoberfest or Memories of German ex Gf
  2. What I’m Drinking Tonight: Brooklyn Lager Aka the Post Honeymoon working couple Handjob
  3. What I’m Drinking tonight: Narragansett Cream Ale aka Lazy Self-Loving
  4. What I’m Drinking Tonight: Boddintons Pub Ale
  5. What I Drank Saturday: La Fin Du Monde Tripel Style Beer aka My 1st Canadian Erection
  6. What I drank Wednesday Night (1): Guinness Draught The Not as Good Looking Younger Sister

Jocular Look @ Today’s News || Pub owner hides deceased regular and keeps selling beer

Not only did Mark Howells suffer the indignity of dying in the toilet of a bar, he had the misfortune to pass away in a U.K. pub with an unsympathetic owner. When Jason Chidgey, 29, found the deceased Howells, 48, in his premises, he had the cleaner help him hide the body in a bedroom above the Boot Hotel in South Wales. Chidgey was concerned police would close down the pub to investigate the death and he’d lose the weekend booze bucks, so he organized for the body to be found the following Tuesday. The cleaner, however, was later overcome with guilt and confessed all. For hiding the body of Howells, who had died of natural causes related to alcohol poisoning, Chidgey was sentenced to 15 months imprisonment. [Source]

Mrmary Weighs IN

To die on the toilet is tough. I dont really wanna go on a toilet seat. When i die I want to die nude and laughing on top of a stripper dressed in a nuns outfit with a sign that says “forgive me Father” Sorry, Ive gotten freakier in my old age I suppose.

It’s a scumbag thing to do to hide this guy so you can keep selling beer. For more pubs and beer places the weekend is when you pull in a significant volume of your income so logically what he did in a strange way makes sense: hey he is dead anyway. But that’s the problem with logic it can be used to justify atrocities. But what I want to know is:

Will the 15 months in prison having your anus forcibly worn like a glove on a dry wintery day make it worth it.

I figure his bar is gonna loose a lot more money thna if he jsut called the cops in the first place.

What would Mrmary Do?

MrMary would do the following:

  1. If the patron was not black or hispanic I’d call my lawyer make a statement put down on paper my alibi
  2. Call the cops and stand outside against the wall spread out with my lawyer there with a camcorder recording the whole thing.
  3. Call up the family and offer my condolences
  4. Have a weekend of remembrance for the dude that died in the shitter. I would give discounted drinks and invite the officer/officers who came to the scene for free drink . Half off to anyone who was there that day 3-4 drink minimum 2 day
  5. I would turn that weekend of remembrance into a year drunken orgiastic feast for the senses – laced with scatological jokes and innuendo where we dress up and get drunk to honor plumbing market it to local colleges.
  6. I would have another day to celebrate  not getting prison raped.

See how that works out everyone happy :-)


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What I’m Drinking: Upcoming Reviews

“That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”



Guys and Dolls

I thought I would share with you a list of  alcoholic products I will be reviewing in the near future. feel free to make some suggestion or chime in about what you  think about a product. This is not the entire list there is more lots more :-) – Drink responsibly

– MrMary

Featured Spirit

Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey


New Beers

Unibroue Blanche De Chambly

Tripel Karmeliet – Brouwerij Bosteels

Unibroue Maudite

Smuttynose IPA

Founder Curmudgeon (Old Ale)

Radeberger Pilsner

Stone Ruination

Stone Arrogant Bastard