This beer is a damned tramp. It calls itself an Irish Pale Ale (IPA, get it?) and uses Cascade hops to get a floral smell and flavor that pretty much just yanks your pants down. It has a reddish tint because, well, it’s a redhead and it won’t let you forget that. The perfume of it is all softness and comfort and promises of the best night of your life. If you happen to have the strength to pull yourself out of the pub and walk down the street, you still smell that perfume. Then you pop into another pub because maybe you hear some lively music coming from inside and, hey, the night is still young, right? When you walk in, there she is hanging out with the band. They’re singing “Galway Girl” to her and you can’t resist the seduction and that perfume, like a Siren’s song, pulls you back to her.
There are those who will insist that the Galway Hooker is the fishing ship that the brewery is named for, but we know better. Anyone who has spent a music-fueled, sensual, flower perfumed, beautiful night of bliss with her knows that this beer is just a tramp.