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The Hoppin' Heathen Brewpub
Greg van Eekhout, Chief Hop Head

Kartikeya IPA

From his six eyes, Shiva issued the six-headed child, Kartikeya. The boy might have grown up to oppose the demon Tarkasur who, uncontested, banished the gods from their thrones, but instead, young Kartikeya's blood flavors our beer. Drink Kartikeya IPA and taste the defeat of heaven. Complements the chili fries.

Genesis Bitter

Day One: God crushed the barley.
Day Two: He converted barley starches to maltose.
Day Three: He infused the grist with hot water and adjusted the pH.
Day Four: He added hops.
Day Five: He cooled the wort.
Day Six: He pitched the aerated yeast.
Day Seven : He realized brewing good beer is a damn sight trickier than making a universe. Avoid this swill.

Hymir Stout

Our thickest stout is brewed in the cauldron of the sea giant Hymir, stolen by the thunder god Thor. The theft still irks Hymir, and he will sail the Ship of Dead Men's Nails to battle the gods at Ragnarok and the world will perish in fire and ice and we will all die in pain. Have a whole pitcher. It's already been paid for.

Neper Heifeweizen

It is widely known that our summer heifeweizen is made from the grain of Neper, Egyptian god of barley and wheat. It is less widely known that Neper is but an aspect of Osiris, he of the dismembered body, who rules the underworld as king. Which is why our heifeweizen may seem a bit darker and heavier than most. Death is tasty, but seldom light.

Jovian Golden Lager

When Zeus came to the maiden Danae in the form of a golden shower and seeded her womb with the hero Perseus, some of the drippings were sponged up and saved. We don't know why either, but it's available today as our Golden Lager. You wanna order this, we'll bring it out, but then we'll have to ask you to leave.



Great Pumpkin Porter

Our highly anticipated seasonal is legendary. Fabled, even. Order a pint and wait. Find a table out on our patio and shiver in the cold, dark night, staring longingly toward the bar. For no matter how fervently you may wish for it, the Great Pumpkin never shows up.

Story © 2004 Greg van Eekhout. Artwork © 2004 Robin Catesby. All other content © 2004 Jeremiah Tolbert
   

   

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