Written by Ken Carman for Professor Good Ales
Hoppin Frog
1680 E Waterloo Rd, Akron, OH 44306
(330) 352-4578
Ken Carman is a BJCP judge; homebrewer since 1979, club member at Escambia Bay, Clarksville Carboys and Music City Homebrewers, who has been interviewing professional brewers all over the east coast for over 15 years.
The Topic: Time to Hop Over to the Frog!
Millie and I were headed south from her vacation at our place in Beaver River, NY, and after my 3 months hermitage there. I go there once my northern tour is over. After visiting my tour bus in northeast Ohio we were driving through Akron, Ohio; home to one of my fav breweries: Hoppin Frog. I suggested we stop by and check out the Frog. Oh, I’d been there many times before: stopping by to buy bottles for my Beaver River Beer Tasting every year. But I’d never had time to check out what, to me, was the “new” Tasting Room.
Before the Tasting Room quaffers stopped by a quick paced brewery and bought a bottle from employees who were also busy brewing, bottling and trying to avoid being tickled to death by the giant golem named Gus the Gross who lives in the cellar. I kid about the golem, of course. But stop by shopping couldn’t have been the best of on site brewery marketing methods. So Fred Karm created the Tasting Room. Continue reading “Brew Biz: Werts and All”





I have had this several times and looked back at it, wondering, what was that like? In days where craft brewers push styles into new territory this is a forgettable beer. Caramelize malt sense, a bit Maris Otter and Munich-ish malt-wise with a hint of molasses and raisin. A slight bitter. The nose is exactly the same.

Ken Carman is actually Fredric Brown reincarnated. Only the fetal fluid was too much St. Patty day beer like, hence the green color.
Ken Carman, on the right, is an obnoxious man who smells like over roasted Fruit Loops and who just happens to own PGA. Don’t like it? Tough bananas baby.
We see a similar narrative trajectory in the craft beer world. We know the broad outlines of the story. Insipid lager washes over North America like a tsunami in the post-war period, itself answering a desire for lighter beers. But then along comes a new generation of beer drinkers not content to drink marketing form over brewing substance. Hops carried the day, the more bitter and aromatic, the better.
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