So two years ago today, Hop Snob was born.
I mean really, my hop snobbery goes way back before May 4, 2014, but on that Cinco de Mayo in 2014, I decided to create yet another Twitter account and jump into the ring with a simple first tweet. It read:
— Hop Snob (@HopSnobbery) May 5, 2014
And looking back, I couldn’t have made a better decision. I left behind the pressure of having my name assimilated with anything I directly wanted to say, whether about beer or otherwise. I developed a certain level of anonymity. And really with it all, I jumped seemingly headfirst into what I now deem ‘Beer World’
The beer industry is interesting to say the least. It is evolving faster than anyone can keep up with. Its filled with micros and nanos that can barely serve the community they’ve set up shop in. On the outside, it’s viewed as “99% asshole free”, but on the inside it is truly a business and is getting more and more cutthroat every day.
But anyhow, I haven’t written in quite some time and really didn’t plan on a blog post today, either. I thought I would put a couple of words out there while I had the ambition.
Thought 1: Vermont Beer is at 50 breweries and counting.
Last September, LipstickNLager and I launched Vermont’s first ever beer week in September. The premise was to bring to light the slew of Vermont breweries that were not owned by someone named Shaun, Sean or John. We were always encouraging people to think outside the Silver Can. In hindsight, I think we did a pretty darn good job of hosting Vermont Beer Week. The entire shebang was only run by the two of us and as taxed as we were for time, I’m happy with how it came out. We helped get the name out there for other breweries and at the end of the day, that is what we truly wanted to do.
Thought 2: Beer people, deep down, are good people.
The number one thing I have gotten out of the persona Hop Snob is the people I have met. From bars and breweries to festivals, bottle releases and random meetups, time and time again I’ve been reminded that beer people ARE good people. The greatest representation is that of LipstickNLager. Two years ago I had never even heard of her, let alone meet her. Fast forward two years? I could not imagine my life without her. Not only have we gone into business together with Measured Methods and launched Vermont Beer Week, but I have truly gained a best friend. I simply cannot imagine how I would fill my days and nights had I not met her. Cheers to many more!
Thought 3: My Snobbery extends beyond beer
You may not be surprised when I tell you that its not just hops and beer I’m snobbish about. Turns out I’ve been a snob for music for a looooooooooong time. Let’s not get started about my feelings for Coldplay, Radiohead and commercial radio. Then, there are baseball hats. I love baseball hats. I can never have enough. However, it can’t just be any certain hat. It has to have a good look and an even better fit. Flat brims are not for me and if you ask, I find that they’re not for many. I’m always in search of the next IPA, plate of chicken wings and the next hat to cover my balding dome.
Thought 4: There is no end in sight
This beer scene isn’t going anywhere any time soon. For every hipster that jumps into a beer release line, there are 3 other people that have never branched beyond macro. Buckle up, sit tight and don’t be afraid to offer your opinion if you feel that it is valid. I’ve never bit my tongue when someone has asked me what I think about a certain beer or brewery. If someone bellies up to the bar and ponders aloud what they should have, I chime in. Because, see Thought 2.
Thought 5: Try something new
I couldn’t wait to try Foam Brewers. Sure, we already had 49 breweries in Vermont as of April 27, 2016, but on April 28th, our 50th opened. I’ve always enjoyed trying something new and sometimes you’ll be shocked as to what you discover. Whether it is beer, food, the latest single from that hip new rock band, I’ve never been afraid to try something once. What’s the worst thing that can happen? I mean, c’mon. Go out on a limb. Try a sour, even though you said they weren’t for you. Order that blue cheese that has an aroma of sweaty socks. Go check out that rock band you’ve heard so much about. The worst thing is you spent $8 on that pint or spent 2 hours at a club on a school night. The best thing that can happen? You can find your next love.
So, that just about does it. 2 years old today. I’m still shocked. To my 2,858 followers, thank you for putting up with me. I wouldn’t be here without you.
Cheers to year 3!
Enjoy. 10, 12, 16, 22, 32 or 64 ounces at a time.