7.5% ABV bottled
For years, I’ve lived just a dozen or so blocks from the Trump Riverside complex and never thought much of it. I just assumed the buildings housed your typical breed of Manhattanite high-rise-living stereotypes. Then, this weekend, needing to get from Hudson River Park across to see a friend on the Upper West Side I decided to take a route that cut a swath through the middle of the massive development. And, oh boy, was I quickly on another planet, man. It was like an Oz in the middle of New York, a total self-sustaining upper-upper-class commune of the kind of yuppies you only see in movies. Powerful forty- and fifty-something finance-type men with their thinning hair, primary color Polos pulled taut over their respectable paunches, slightly too-short pairs of those navy shorts that are kinda like a rich man’s version of cut-offs (if the material cut off was from a discarded pair of Boss suit pants), and Cole-Haan loafers, worn sockless natch. Walking the sidewalks of their secluded high-rise villa holding hands with their younger never-had-a-job-before trophy wives as each partner used their one free hand to push a massive SUV stroller that costs more than two-month’s rent for plebes like me and you. It was eye-opening I must say.
As I mentioned, the Trump Riverside community is seemingly totally self-sustaining, but this is no kibbutz, brother, not like these folks are growing their own maize and hemp, so of course they have to have their own fancy-pants stores. And I shouldn’t have been surprised to come across their supermarket, a gourmet place called Jubilee. Now, I’m like an old lady who has to go into every antique shoppe she comes upon to look for dumb knick-knacks, as I am cosmically compelled to enter every new supermarket or beer store I come upon, despite the fact that I was overstocked with supply at the time.
I was not surprised in the least to see that Jubilee had a phenomenal beer supply, surely one of the biggest grown up soda secret stashes in Manhattan. All sorts of oddball stuff I had never seen before and in many cases never even heard of before. I was psyched to see literally just a single loose bottle of Nugget Nectar (and for only a buck fifty!). A buzz-worthy beer that I know is not so rare, at least in PA, but which never makes it to NYC. I also realize it is quite a bit out of season as it appears to release in February–and was no doubt on the Jubilee shelf since then–but for such a hopbomb I don’t think that should have mattered freshness-wise. I could be wrong.
God, I loved the smell of this one. Like inhaling a Christmas tree. And the taste is about as hoppy, piney, and floral as they come. Right up my alley. A nocturnal emission for hopheads. Not exactly sure why this isn’t an IPA, but whatever they want to call it, I loved it.