I quaffed my first pint of Terminal Gravity IPA last night. While considering my choices at McPeet’s Tavern on Fremont Street, I found the branch-of-a-tree tap handle intriguing. Thankfully, the beer was right there with it.
Here’s how Beervana describes the liquid from Enterprise, in the NE corner of the state:
Pours a surprisingly dark, deep amber/orange with a nice head that, not suprisingly, doesn’t survive the alcohol long. Malt and alcohol dominate the nose, hops singing harmony.
I enjoyed this pint on the heels of Widmer’s Broken Halo IPA, which was a refreshing opener to the night’s beer session. Terminal Gravity’s IPA provided a deeper, richer, more brooding experience and the perfect segue into even denser liquids of the stout variety.
Terminal Gravity is great. However, enjoy it somewhere else. McPeet's is a dive, and not in a good way. It is full of drunken, jobless, dirty customers who have nothing else to do besides drink Coors Lite and destroy their lungs by chain smoking Camels. The owners have no concern about the reputation of their business or the impact the noise and trash left on the sidewalk has on the neighborhood. Hillbillies.
Terminal Gravity is great. However, enjoy it somewhere else. McPeet's is a dive, and not in a good way. It is full of drunken, jobless, dirty customers who have nothing else to do besides drink Coors Lite and destroy their lungs by chain smoking Camels. The owners have no concern about the reputation of their business or the impact the noise and trash left on the sidewalk has on the neighborhood. Hillbillies.