FROM ITS LIGHT mahogany hue and middling froth of off-white head, Triple Fist has the looks of an American red ale or hearty seasonal rye. Its medium-plus body gives these guesses some credence, too. But after one whiff it’s clear that Triple Fist is a robust imperial IPA at heart, charging up the body and ABV of Double Fist to even greater heights.
Florals, lemon, bits of perfume, and grapefruit give Triple Fist a bouquet more fresh and fruity than scathingly aggressive. The mouthfeel is also soaked in caramel and resins that are plenty equal to its assertively piney hops on the back of the tongue. Carbonation is more restrained, leaving the finish a little syrupy and alcoholic. Indeed, the 9.5% ABV is never hiding too far away, though Triple Fist manages to keep its balance overall. While it lacks the sparkle to be transcendent on its own, paired with richer meats and caramelized vegetables it has a trifecta of strength, sweetness, and bitterness that make it dangerously close to easy drinking
Served: On tap (Revolution Taphouse, Chicago)