I Tried Every IPA So You Don't Have To (You're Welcome)

March 28, 2026

47 IPAs. 3 days. 1 very confused liver.

It started innocently enough. 'I'll just do a quick IPA comparison,' I told myself, standing in the beer aisle like a man with a plan. Three days later, I woke up on my couch wearing a shirt that said 'HOPS ARE A VEGETABLE' that I definitely did not own before.

Here's what I learned: after IPA number 12, they all taste like a pine tree punched you in the mouth. After number 25, you start arguing with your dog about terroir. After number 40, you achieve a state of hoppy enlightenment where bitterness is just a social construct.

My top pick? Honestly, whichever one is closest to you right now. They're all good. I'm going to go lie down for a week.