I'm at the ballgame, and the stand has a Kölsch. I'm a sucker for that, and I ordered one. Hoppiest Kölsch I've ever had. I told the girl that's not a Kölsch. Luckily, she agreed. She couldn't figure out what was going on with all of the taps, but poured me a less hoppy beer. She let me keep the IPA. Score!!