This was after leaving a restaurant wherein I drank two glasses of beer. There were not many on tap, and either I was too well familiar with them or didn't like the answers I got about the unfamiliar ones. You mean sour, like a Lambic, Belgian sour? No, more like an more-sour Corona. So, even knowing it was an IPA, I rolled the dice on the IPA, because IPA was the exact opposite of what I would have liked.
And shit, Christ, howdy. The pint was so good I ordered a snoofter or whatever it is, 24-oz. It was like a Grapefruit Milkshake. Unfiltered, cloudy yellow like piss. Thick white head of unusual texture that lingered to the bottom of the glass. Cascade hops and tropical fruit. I thought it was from Oregon, or New England. Got home and found out it's from Louisiana. It's called Jucifer.
You might be surprised how well old goat sausages are able to stand up to the heat.