Ipa Quotes

“Josh hands me a bottle of water while cracking a beer for himself. I eye it enviously. "Tell me what it tastes like. Describe in in vivid detail."

"It's IPA," he grumbles, wincing slightly at his first sip, "which means it tastes like piss."

I sigh dopily. "Sounds magical.”
― Amy Daws, One Moment Please

“I attempt to chew the popcorn gag Dean just stuffed into my mouth, but a kernel gets sucked into the back of my throat. I hack over the bar--my hands splayed wide as I brace myself for impending death. Dean absentmindedly pat mys back because let's face it, I'm coughing so I'm breathing, but his swats are not helping. I beat my chest to try to prevent myself from asphyxiating as I grapple for my drink, which is woefully empty.

I grab Dean's draft beer, but as soon as the golden liquid hits my tongue, I dry heave from the horrid taste. Holy shit! Kate's right, IPA beer tastes like poison! My face screws up in disgust as I force the liquid down my throat and suck in a big breath of cleansing air. With a pathetic whimper, I wave my hands in front of my face and search for a cocktail napkin. Mr. Mustache bartender is still balls deep in the blonde, so I'm forced to use the back of my hand to wipe the dribble off my chin.

When I finally regain some semblance of composure I turn around to glower at Dean. "Your beer tastes like a skunk's ass.”
― Amy Daws, One Moment Please

“She held the bottle to her lips and tilted, slightly. It tasted the like how she'd imagine dirt would taste if someone burned it on the grill. Nope she said, and handed the bottle back.”
― J. Ryan Stradal, The Lager Queen of Minnesota