Folks, I’m as surprised as I imagine you are by the title of this piece, which I used as the header on the Google doc I passed along to my editor; it was a wiseass placeholder for what I assumed would be its real title, swapped in as its replacement. But no: my editor shares my hyuck-hyuck sense of humor, and so here we are.
I like Baltic Porter. It took me years after first trying Baltic Porter* to get around to learning about the distinction between Porter and Baltic Porter; it took me not long after that to actually do something with that knowledge. And once again, here we are.
You can read my piece about this criminally neglected substyle over at Hop Culture.
*2015, Einstök’s Icelandic Toasted Porter, a bar in Reykjavik.
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