Genius of Suburbia: Flying Monkeys Brewery – A Brilliant Review

The Flying Monkeys Brewery is home to a variety of flavour-forward brews, including a previously reviewed beer WMD, Smashbomb Atomic IPA. Looking for a less powerful brew that’s still full of hops flavour? Check out Flying Monkeys’ Genius of Suburbia, a flavourful ISA (India Style Session Ale). Like Flying Monkeys’ other brews, Genius of Suburbia is creatively packaged with psychedelic labels on brown bottles. I grabbed a six-pack of this surprisingly light brew and enjoyed it well outside the city.

Genius of Suburbia – First Sip

I figured that this beer would be a slightly cloudy brown colour. Instead, it pours as pale as the last brew I reviewed. This beer has a relatively high level of carbonation, leaving a 1/2″ layer of head at the mouth of my glass. Genius of Suburbia’s hoppy flavour surprises me. The familiar bitterness of the hops quickly fades to a semi-sweet burnt caramel flavour. I still taste burnt caramel on this beer’s understated finish, due in part to its well-balanced mouthfeel.

This would be a great beer for someone curious about IPA’s but not yet accustomed to the punch that these types of brews usually have. Genius of Suburbia also makes a great hops-forward summer beer with an alcohol percentage lower than that of the ubiquitous summer beer Corona Extra.


Genius of Suburbia – Last Sip

As Flying Monkeys’ website advertises, this beer goes great with a variety of foods, including spicy and pub. And, since this brew comes in at a modest 3.8% ABV, it’s great for an IPA drinker looking to minimize their buzz. As a lifelong hops fanatic, I’m inclined to look for beers that pack a more significant punch. I’ve never met a light beer I liked more than this one though. Where other light brews sacrifice flavour, Genius of Suburbia retains the complex flavour of an ISA.

Michael Bedford
Michael Bedford
Under intense scrutiny by the Temporal Authorities, I was coerced into actualizing my capsule in this causality loop. Through no fault of my own, I am marooned on this dangerous yet lovely level-four civilization. Stranded here, I have spent most of my time learning what I can of the social norms and oddities of the Terran species, including how to properly use the term "Hipster" and how to perform a "perfect pour." Under the assumed name of "Michael Bedford," I have completed BA's with specialized honours in both theatre studies and philosophy, and am currently saving up for enough galactic credits to buy a new--or suitably used--temporal contextualizer ... for a friend.