Friday, 16 September 2016

Prague 2016 - Day One & Two

After I visited Prague last year, I vowed that I would visit every single year and thus far I've stuck true to my word.

Sammie had decided to buy us a holiday to Prague for my birthday, which was nice of her, so it was last week we set off.

We had a fairly late flight on Monday, meaning that we didn't land in Prague until 10:30pm, but we made sure to get to the airport with enough time to have a couple of pints of Brooklyn Lager. When we landed we were picked up by our taxi - the driver being surprised that I knew the Czech for Good Evening - and dropped at our hotel.

After check in, we popped to tesco to grab some snacks and some beers before heading out to a bar. I had a bottle of Primator India Pale Ale which having loved their Weizen, was also delicious, whilst Sammie had a bottle of Herold Black Lager, which was nice and roasty.

We then headed to Hells Bells, a metal bar on Na Belide in Smichov, which is hidden below ground in a crypt. It was a typically ideal dirty dive bar, metal memorabilia everywhere, including a giant Eddie flag on the ceiling. The beer selection was made up of four Staropramen beers and their own Hells Bells 14 Degree IPA made by local brewery Bad Flash. We started with a pint of Staropramen 11 Degree Lager which is much much much nicer than the stuff we get over here, because it's generally a better beer and it's only brewed two blocks away! We hadn't noticed their own beer until that point so we decided to go for that next - fresh, citrusy hops, served in their own branded straight pint glass. It was delicious. We wanted another here but the angry metal man behind the bar evidently just wanted to head home so we left. We saw that Pivnice U Mejly across the road was opened, so we stopped and had another few pints of Staropramen 11 degree - the atmosphere here was brilliant. Local barflies, propping up against the bar, all chatting, smoking, drinking beer and doing shots of Jagerneister, the man behind the bar also partaking.

We then headed back to the hotel for a couple of beers and called it a night.

The next morning, we got up, had a bite to eat and then headed to the zoo, getting lost along the way. The zoo involved animals, hotdogs (presumably not made from zoo animals) and a few pints of Kozel 11 Degree which again, is better than the shit we get in the U.K.

After the zoo we headed to Prague Beer Museum on Dlouha which I've head good things about, but we weren't fans. 30 beers on draught seems good, but the beer tasted old and dusty, as if the lines hadn't been cleaned properly. I had a Vysoky Chlumek Flying Cloud IPA which tasted like an old American import - sweet, malty and devoid of hops. Sammie had Kocour Cherry Lager which was alright but sweet and left a weird film in the mouth.

Next stop was the fairly new Craft House which is right in the town centre. Very clean, bright and open space with 25 draught beers and a nice Czech bottle selection. Seats were comfortable, and there was a mixed clientele. I had Permon Easy Hopper Citra which was an in your face yet subtle session IPA with lashings of tropical fruits whilst Sammie had Fabrica RARA Smocze Oczy, a juicy American Pale Ale at 5.2%.

Next we moved into a favourite of mine, Beer Geek Bar, which Sammie was really impressed with. We love the way they have the changing beers on LCD displays above the bar, so they can change at any moment. I really wanted some Matuska Raptor, but there was none so I settled for the juice monster that is Matuska Apollo Galaxy; Galaxy is one of my favourite hops and its peachiness did not disappoint. Sammie had a Ginger Lager by Faltus which I didn't mind for a ginger beer as it wasn't burning my throat. We had another in here... mine was Raven Farmhand Saison which contained all of the funk you'd want from a saison with lashings of mango and blood orange whilst Sammie settled for Podlesi Podlesky Mikes 13 a chocolatey black lager.

Our next stop was another craft beer bar, Illegal Beer, where we had to walk down a street lined with the kind of strip clubs that mug off tourists, in order to get there. Sammie had Raven White IPA which she ended up spilling across the table with her wild drunken hand gestures as she explained something - it was a very solid White IPA and I wish I could have found it again that trip. I had Lobec IPA which was nice but very subtle.

We then headed back to Andel and went to Bernard Pub, another of my favourites in Prague. Bernard make so many awesome lagers. I started with the Unfiltered 10 Degree which was very light and I sunk it within around 5 minutes whilst Sammie slowly drank her Amber Lager; I don't usually like Amber beers but this was something I could get on with. I then moved on to the 12 Degree Lager which is one of the finest lagers in all the land, and I believe I had another one.

After this, Sammie decided to head back to the hotel whilst I tried to get some Tankovna Urquell but to no avail as most places were closing, so I popped into U Buldoka for a regular Pilsner Urquell on tap, which was nice and satisfying. U Buldoka was a very nice bar, a nice atmosphere and buzz going on, friendly staff, football memorabilia and a wall full of football scarves. I sunk my pint then figured I'd have a quick one in Pivnice U Mejly again before heading back to the hotel to join Sammie for some bottles and cans.

We went to bed, later than we intended to for the next day was an early train to Budvar...

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Nate Dawg in Berlin: Day One

About a month ago I sporadically decided to book a quick solo break in Berlin. It's somewhere I've always wanted to go so I said "fuck it" and did it.

I had an early flight on Wednesday morning which was delayed by about an hour; not ideal when you've only got 48 hours. Finally landed and was in need of a beer so thankfully there was an Augustiner biergarten just outside the terminal! That first pint of Augustiner Helles was gone in no time at all so it was time to be on my way.

I was going down to Brauhaus Lemke to meet a friend. I finally got there no thanks to a delayed train, and was interested to see that it was in a railway arch. It wasn't rustic and industrial like a Bermonsey arch, it was clean and nice. Only the onsite brewed Lemke beers are available here so I decided to check out the 030 Pale an American style pale ale, that was loaded with juicy, grassy hops. The Hopfenweisse came next and it was everything I want in the style... those yeasty esters with juicy hops whispering over them. I decided, quite sensibly, to finish my visit with a massive Imperial IPA; certainly not in the top DIPAs I've had but fairly respectable nonetheless.

We then popped into Marcusbrau, a tiny brewpub that also appeared to sell Asian influenced food although I didn't look at a menu. The small brewkit proudly sits behind the bar alongside two 5bbl conical fermenters, whereas to the left is a growler filling machine that they use to fill massive 1L swingtop bottles. The Unfiltered Pils was pleasant although maybe a tad yeastier than I like.

David and I departed to check into our respective hotels, vowing to meet up later but that didn't happen as I think I tried to go meet him at the wrong side of Alexanderplatz station.

Along the short walk back to the hotel, I decided to pop into Hofbrauhaus as we didn't make it to the one in Munich back in February. It was an absolutely massive, stereotypical German beer hall like you see on T.V. and it wasn't that busy. I decided to sit outside so I could smoke reasonably priced cigarettes since the weather was nice. I obviously had to go for an entire litre of their delicious Helles, because #YOLO and it was every bit as nice as I remember drinking in the English Gardens in Munich.

I did the boring yet necessary thing of checking into my hotel next, a clean and simple Ibis Budget that only cost me £30 for a night. Next I popped to Kaisers supermarket to check out the beer and snack selection as I knew that once I got back to the hotel later in the evening, I'd fancy a beer.

After a can of something in the hotel, I wandered down to Kaschk which is the epitome of hipster. Even if you've spent as much time around Shoreditch as I have, you've not seen hipster. It opens at 8am to serve coffee and is open until 2am for beers. They've got 15 draught lines, most of which were To Ol beers from Denmark as they appeared to be having a tap takeover at the time. I wasn't in Germany to drink Danish beers, however, so I opted for a half litre of Brlo Pale which was as good as, if not better than, any American Pale Ale I've had in this country. I could have drunk this all day but I figured it was time to move on.

My next stop was Alexanderplatz where I was meant to meet David again, but obviously that didn't happen so I just decided to have a wander and stumbled upon the Berlin Street Theatre Festival which was lively and interactive (although obviously I didn't get involved). There were loads of food and beers stalls around though so I figured it would be rude not to indulge in a large plate of Currywurst and a half litre of Berliner Pilsner which was crisp and refreshing on a hot day.

Moving on, back to the more craft side of Berlin, I went up to Hopfenreich which is a dive bar looking craft beer bar. It was absolutely empty when I went in, so I managed to have a nice chat with the bartender in English (after I ordered in German). I had the Bierfabrik Berlin Wedding Pale Ale which again was fresh, juicy and delicious. The Red Oat Ale by Spent Brewers Collective was interestingly deep, chewy caramel with a hefty wedge of orange and a lovely thick body. My last beer was Backbone Splitter, an IPA from Hanscraft Brewery and it was definitely the best IPA I'd had over my time in Berlin.

It was at this point when I got talking to an American guy called Scott who was on a solo pub crawl in Berlin whilst his wife was with their friends that they were staying with. We decided we'd go have a wander together and get a couple of beers and see the sights. We wandered through a large chunk of Berlin from Hopfenreich, seeing the blend of new and old architecture as well as some parts of the wall. We stopped in a bar and had a beer, then figured we'd pop into the supermarket and grab a beer for the road which happened to be Stone Berlin Arrogant Bastard Ale, a large 500ml can and probably the most expensive beer you'll find in any German supermarket! Arrogant Bastard is a beer I know well, and by god it was tasting fresh. Loved it. We then stopped for a kebab which was the best kebab I have ever had in my life.

We wandered some more and departed. It's one thing I love about travelling; meeting new people. It's great.

After that I went back to Alexanderplatz and popped in a couple of random places, had a couple street beers at the street theatre festival then I decided to do the predictable thing and visit Augustiner because Augustiner is clearly the best German brewery and you can disagree. I took a perch outside and admired the old architecture whilst waiting to have my order taken. Here I decided it was a wise idea to do my usual ordering of a large, but forgetting it's Bavarian style I ended up with a litre of delicious Helles. And that wasn't enough so I ordered another half litre. Then another half litre.

And I somehow made it back to my hotel, watched some German TV, ate some paprika crisps, had a couple of beers and passed out!

I'd fallen in love with Berlin already at this point, and couldn't wait to wake up with an inevitable hangover for the next day...

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

A Crawl Around Colchester

Since Sammie is going to be doing a course at the University of Essex from October, we decided to pop down to Colchester on Saturday so that she could ask a few questions and figured it'd be rude not to check out the drinking establishments of the town whilst we were there.

After we'd done at the university, we got the bus back into the city centre and stopped at The Castle Inn which is one of those historic pubs that attract tourists. Touristy pubs generally aren't that great, and don't care about the beer in my experience so I feared the worst, but my pint of Adnams Ghost Ship was tasting very fresh and delicious, and Sammie seemed to enjoy her Broadside. The pub itself wasn't particularly busy, but there were a few people mostly drinking lager and cider. It had one of those pub scratchcard machines that I didn't realise still exist.

Next up was Queen Street Brewhouse which is attached to the local Pitfield brewery. As I walked through the door, the barman looked over and I heard him say "oh shit" so I was thinking "Erm... what the fuck?" but we proceeded to the bar and chatted to him, when I finally realised that I do know Alex from the last time I was in Colchester - he'd previously been working at The Vic (which I'll get to later) and recalled a story of me being completely smashed, ordering a pint of Dark Star APA and spilling it all over myself. Sounds about right! Queen Street Brewhouse is a long, narrow, wooden clad pub with 8 keg lines pouring beers from all over Europe, as well as cask lines from local breweries and the wonderful Green Jack in Lowestoft. I had a half of kegged Northern Monk Neapolitan Pale which tasted remarkably like Neapolitan ice cream; incredible scenes. Sammie had a half of a local stout which was alright too. One thing that astounded me was how cheap Delirium was at £6 a pint!

We were warned that The Odd One Out is rather odd and that it's a very old fashioned pub, and that's exactly what it was. The pub is split into two rooms and when you first walk in the door, you see a bunch of keg taps sitting on the bar, all branded founts, no craft but instead, the lesser spotted Oranjeboom. You go through the arch to the left into the main bar to find a bank of four or five hand pumps adorning the bar, prices proudly displayed to the penny. A very reasonable price of £3.24 was paid for two halves of Billericay Mayflower Gold and that's when we discovered how old fashioned the pub really was; the stern faced lady behind the bar had finished pouring one of our halves into a stemmed glass and Sammie passed it to me, but the lady would not allow it "No, that's for you because it's a girly glass" she said in an almost threatening manner, before finishing pouring my nonic half and grunting "that's a slightly more manly glass, hmph". We sat down with our drinks and felt uncomfortable, too much so to even half a conversation out of fear that the stern lady would tell us to be quiet. Needless to say, we swiftly finished our beers and headed off.

Our next stop absolutely had to be The Fat Cat because the original in Norwich is our local and we were dying to see whether it looks exactly the same as all of the Norwich ones, but much to our surprise, it didn't! It was bright and fresh and new. There were 5 or 6 handpumps adorning the bar but they were out of  use, with all of the ales being served from gravity in the back room. There were a few keg beers and given how I was very hot, I just wanted a nice glass of Pilsner Urquell. The cask selection was predictably Fat Cat Brewery, Adnams and Crouch Vale, so rather uninspiring really.

Popped across the road to Alehouse next; a large pub with football on TV and a billards table. Again, several hand pumps on the bar but all of the beers were actually served from gravity. I had a Maldon Endeavour, and the lady serving us warned that it was brown which struck me as odd because all of the beers on offer were brown. It was a nice brown beer, according to Untappd. Sammie had Mighty Oak Oscar Wilde, which was what it was.

The New Inn came next with it's charming WWII bomb sign hanging off the building. We walked in to what I imagine were fairly new owners because we kept getting disturbed by someone doing DIY in the pub, putting a curtain rail up. Had a very decent half of Fuzzy Duck Muddy Duck, a stout, and watched the football whilst having the occasional laugh about the noise with the lady behind the bar.

Not on our list was The Fox and Fiddler but we just thought we'd pop in since we were passing; we sat at the bar and I had a very decent Mighty Oak Ace, a sorachi ace hopped best bitter though the pub itself was rather unremarkable.

Right next door to that, a sign peaked my curiosity; that sign belonged to a Wetherspoons pub called The Playhouse appropriately because it's an old theatre. Said sign was advertising itself as a craft beer bottle shop so we popped in. The bottle selection was the same as every spoons pretty much, but they had a dedicated 5 tap "craft" T bar sporting Shipyard, Devil's Backbone, Adnams Mosaic, Adnams DHL and Thwaites 13 Guns - the latter I was most surprised at - they also had Wetherspoons craft bottle shop branded 4 bottle carriers. I decided to go for a very reasonable pint of Thwaites 13 Guns (even though I got sick of it after drinking an entire case of 24 that I won, to myself within a week the other month) whilst Sammie had the latest Yeastie Boys JDW special, Nerdherder which was pretty damn good. The pub itself certainly is beautiful, with all of the original theatre fixtures and fittings and an island bar. It might just be my favourite Spoons I've ever been to (and I've been to a lot).

We discovered The Purple Dog next, which I wasn't a fan of and looking at the ales on offer, all of which I'd had, curiosity got the better of me and I made poor judgement in a kegged Caledonian Coast to Coast, which I assume was meant to be named for travelling from the east to the west of the USA but was more like Aberdeen to Prestatyn if it were a beer. Horrible.

Three Wise Monkeys came next, which was definitely on my hitlist. It's a massive space with tables dotted around everywhere and seemingly very few chairs. Standard keg taps on the back wall affair, with handpumps on the bar. I had Kona Longboard Lager, which I've been a far of for quite a while, whilst Sammie went for my mate Jack's Hellhound Black Shuck which was tasting brilliant as always.

We popped into The Marquis next and just had a half of Guinness because it just seemed like a dreadful place. Sammie insisted on popping in considering she used to drink there when she used to have to visit Colchester for work.

The last stop was the only pub in Colchester I've ever been to, despite not remembering the first time, The Victoria Inn which had a beer festival on. I wish I wasn't a little bit tipsy this time too as I would have absolutely loved to have stayed for a few more but alas, it had been a long day (on top of a hangover) so I just had a couple that I didn't even log on Untappd. The Vic is a truly outstanding pub, and I'll definitely go back, although maybe the first stop next time...

All in, Colchester pubs are pretty good. Managed to drink quite a few decent beers that we don't see frequently in Norwich so I can't complain! Definitely worth it for a pub crawl.

Monday, 20 June 2016

Places We Drank in Nuremberg

Christ Almighty, this post is way overdue. It's 3 months since we were in Nuremberg. I tried writing a blog that incorporated more of the art galleries, the castle and various things we saw but I realised it would have sucked; it would have been a long, drawn out babbling about things the readers of a beer blog don't really care much for (generally speaking).

You guys want to know about the beer, and maybe the general feel of the city.

Nuremberg is a beautiful, peaceful, friendly city. The large medieval castle, with it's high towers stare down in majesty over the city; buildings, pastel in colour, all have their own unique and outspoken charm, despite all being pretty similar with their 3 million windows a piece; the large front of the train station in the city centre, with its big stone face is a beautiful, big bastard. It feels homely. If I could, I'd make it my home.

We ate and drank a lot in Nuremberg. Mostly drank, if I'm honest. I just wanted to document for you the bars we went to.

Hausbrauerei Altstadthof: Lunch on the Wednesday afternoon. As the name suggests, this place has its own brewery deep in the caves underneath the city. They only sell beers that they brew there, on draught anyway. There's also a bottle shop around the back in which we found Brewdog, Tiny Rebel and erm, Greene King. The Helles was unfiltered, crisp and fresh and went well with the large plate of Bratwurst and Potato Salad. Sammie had their Schwarzbier which was even better.

Next up was Barfüßer which yet again had its own brewery, proudly sitting in the middle of the large bar. This is what you imagine a German bierhaus to be like, long tables, open and wide. Servers bustling around. Again I went for the Helles, and I wish I didn't because it was far too sweet unlike Sammie's Schwarzbier (can you see a theme yet?). We came back here later in the week to eat; I went for pork shoulder which came with a potato dumpling and I wasn't impressed whereas Sammie went for Schnitzel with potato salad, which made her a little ill as it turned out to be probable veal, which she can't eat.

A couple of galleries came next, including one which had an installation that was literally just an air bed up against a wall. Not art.

We wandered for ages trying to find somewhere that was on our hitlist, because we couldn't be bothered to use google maps. Yes we got lost walking the wrong direction of the castle, but as a result we saw lots more of the city!

We found ourselves at an Augustiner bar, Zur Schranke which was much like walking into your nan's living room. Dark, floral carpets and curtains. Gingham tablecloths. We were seated and the young lady serving us didn't seem too happy to find that we were British. When asking about the beers, she bellowed "LIGHT OR DARK?" so I went for a half litre of Augustiner Helles which I just cannot get enough of whilst Sammie lucked out on Augustiner Maximator, the 8.5% beast which was priced at exactly the same as the Helles. We swiftly finished our beers and left as we felt a little uncomfortable.

Next we found Hutt'n which I'd heard really good things about. To my delight we discovered that every night from 6:30pm they tap a barrel of their house brewed Marzen on the bar; now, I'm not the biggest fan of Marzen but I just had to try it and was pleasantly surprised; dark with chewy caramel notes and grassy German hops. I then had their Helles, which again I regretted as nothing will ever be as good as Augustiner. I believe Sammie had the Marzen then bought a bottle of a barrel aged rauchbier.

On the way back to the station it was almost impossible to find any bars that would happily let us pop in just for a drink as presumably they want people to eat because of profit margins but we did pop into Bratwursthausle where I went for a pint of Tucher Helles Weisse, which was drinkable.

Hunger struck and because we'd had our fill of bratwurst for the day, we decided to go to McDonalds where we had a double McChicken sandwich which was wonderful!

Before heading back to the hotel we decided to do something decidedly un-tourist-like and pop into a heavy metal bar that we had walked past earlier in the day. It was called Brown Sugar and quickly became one of our favourite bars of the week. Again, the draught choices were: Light Lager, Dark Lager, Wheat Beer (Erdinger) and Guinness, which looked like it was not being poured through nitrogen which is odd. I was curious of it but not that curious so I stuck with the light lager and Sammie had the dark. I believe both of which were from Schwabenbrau.

Brown Sugar itself was absolutely brilliant; great surroundings, covered with memorabilia, and the people who were drinking there were EXACTLY the same as you'd find in a similar bar in the UK.

I then decided or order a pint of Erdinger because Erdinger at €3 a pint, what?! but that plan was foiled when the lovely lady behind the bar did something I wasn't expecting - she told me not to drink it and that I should drink what the locals drink, a bottle of Guttman Weisse (at which point she warned that it was 20 cents more expensive, though) so I did and oh my, it has become my favourite Weissbier. It was simply beautiful.

The rest of the holiday was largely visiting the same bars as we had before, which featured more time in LandbierparadiesBarfüßer, and obviously Brown Sugar.

Nuremberg is such a beautiful city, and I'd highly recommend a visit.

Friday, 22 April 2016

Nuremberg Day 2: A Munich Interlude

Sorry this has taken me a while but I got distracted.

Up bright and early on the Tuesday, Sammie and I decided to head to Munich for the day. Trains in Germany are ridiculously cheap, if you get the regional ones, but they do also take forever. The Bayern Ticket we got entitles you to unlimited travel within Bavaria and Franconia for one day for €23, and you can add other people on for an extra €5, which is a bargain, although the regional train means it stops at every single stop and thus taking around 3 hours.

We got to Munich, and the weather wasn't very pleasant. Rain. Ugh. Our main target for pre-beer wanders was The English Gardens so we headed that way. Sammie, I may have mentioned, is really into art so we went to Haus Der Kunst (literally House of Art) which backs onto the English Gardens. We paid about €12 each to get into an exhibition of an artist whose name I forget, but this guy creates scale size dioramas and models, then shoots with a camera to make them look life sized. It was pretty cool but the best part was actually the free installation by French artiste Laure Prouvost, entitled "We would be floating away from the dirty past" which featured sculpture, video, text and every kind of art you could imagine. The whole idea was about inviting you in, being your friend, showing you some love. It was about how she would treat you if it was her museum. She'd give you raspberries and make you a cup of tea. I'm not usually encapsulated by art, but this was something special.

We then decided to take a wander through the rainy English Gardens where the surfers were out in full force on the artificial wave, in spite of the weather. We got to the Chinese Tower, which was beautiful despite the rain and ordered a half liter of Hofbrau Helles whilst admiring the scenery and deciding that it would be much more beautiful in the summer. The Helles was crisp and refreshing, and only €4, which if it was somewhere in England like the equivalent of Hyde Park it'd probably be about £6.

We then hopped on the tram to go to the one place that I really needed to go in Munich - (Schneider) Weisses Brauhaus. That was the dream, being a massive van of Hefeweizens. I was surprised at how easily we were able to find a seat considering it seemed like a busy day, and as it happens we were between two groups of English people, both very different groups. On one side was a couple of respectable chaps who looked like they were over on a business trip, but then there were the dreaded scousers drinking litres of lager. I knew we'd have to bump into wankers like that. They kept singing and being loud so they eventually got kicked out, much to our gratitude.

We ordered our beers - We both started with one of my all time favourites, a half litre of Tap 5 Mein Hopfenweisse, a strong hefeweizen that's been hopped to fuck. Holy shit, the freshness, the drinkability despite the ABV! I could have easily drunk this all day but there were more beers to be drunk so we decided to have one more, mine was a Unser Original and Sammie being the dark and strong beer fiend that she is, obviously went for Aventinus.

Moving on, the next pub on our hit list was Augustiner Am Platz which was quite a bit busier than Weisses and after sneakily manoeuvring the place we found a seat. First beer we ordered was Augustiner Edelstoff, a 5.6% Export Helles, and I dare say that it was ridiculously refreshing after a couple of yeast-heavy weissbiers. At this point, while waiting for my native friend Thomas, we started talking to Tim and Jen, an American couple who were sitting beside us. We got talking because I'm a nosy fucker and noticed him checking into a beer on Untappd so after hearing they were speaking English, we started chatting and exchanged Untappd usernames. We chatted beers, whilst drinking yet more beers. I went for the standard Augustiner Helles next, which is a far cry from a standard lager and I preferred this to the Edelstoff as it wasn't quite as sweet. Sammie had the Dunkel, which was too sweet for me but she loved it. I was not pacing myself so managed to sneak in another half litre of Helles before Thomas arrived. (NB. Untappd says that I actually had a pint of Dunkel too, which I don't actually remember).
We bade Jen and Tim farewell and wandered off with Thomas to get food.

Due to having not eaten yet, I was quite drunk and therefore cannot remember the name of the pub we went to next, or what I drunk but I can tell you that I had the most delicious roast pork with dumplings that I have ever eaten in my life, after Thomas told me I wasn't allowed to order the bratwurst as you only order it before lunch, and I drank a lager. He was shocked at the fact that in the UK (or where I'm from at least) you can't walk down the road drinking a beer for fear of getting fined.

We had time for one last stop before the train, and it was a weird, posh, basement hotel bar that I think was attached to the train station or at least very near. I'm sure I had a Konig Ludwig Weissbier here.

A stumble to the train station to grab some currywurst (that I spilled down myself on the train) and a beer and we embarked on our journey back to Nuremberg.

And that's where things went wrong. Towards the end of our journey, we both fell asleep and woke up in the town just past Munich. We were in a raging fucking panic but that was all sorted because it was going back to Nuremberg to stay for the night. THANK FUCK FOR THAT!

We got back to Nuremberg and got safely back to our hotel for a rather good, but drunken night's sleep...


Thursday, 21 April 2016

Beer Review - St Peters Black IPA

It's been a while since I've done a proper review, mostly because I've been a dreadful person and haven't written about anything that I've automatically been sent within the last probably year-ish but this one I couldn't not review and that's mostly because the CEO of St Peter's Brewery hooked me up with samples as he's a lovely chap.

It was just a chance meeting with Steve Magnall, formerly of G****e K**g and the wonderful Thwaites Brewery, when my good friend Matt Curtis was on a whirlwind trip to Norwich in aid of City of Ale. It was in St Andrews Brewhouse, along with International Man of Triangles Kev Tweedy, my Beer Woman of the year Belinda Jennings and Francis who does PR for City of Ale, that I bumped into Steve.

We got chatting, and he mentioned they'd decided to brew a Black IPA, which was going into 330ml bottles (as it is the preferred measure these days) to which I cheekily mentioned that I am one of them beer bloggers again now and totally independent WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE, so we exchanged business cards (he gave me his business card as I never bothered to order any. I should) and I promised to email him the next day. He then hooked me up with their marketing lady, Emily who took my address and promised to get some bottles to me.

St Peters I've always found were a criminally underrated brewery. I always remember seeing the medicine style bottles of their beers on supermarket shelves and I remember drinking their beers before I was allowed to, when dad would buy us a few bottles in for Christmas. I then remember drinking their beers in The Fat Cat on cask, and recall Grapefruit being a thing of beauty (suck it modern craft breweries... St Peter's did a grapefruit beer first). For years after that, cask St Peters was few and far between and then it started cropping up again along with key kegs (which are mostly export). The most interesting thing I learned about Peters is the countries in which they sell the most beer too. Three of them, maybe four are unsurprising but the fifth shocked me to my core for the fifth is Mexico. Apparently Mexicans go nuts over their dark beers, because very few of the new craft breweries that have cropped up over there are making stouts and porters. Interesting huh?

Anyway, I'll stop waffling (can you tell I miss writing?) and get down to it... what's the beer like?

Brewery: St Peter's (Suffolk, England)
Beer: Black IPA
ABV: 7% (5.2% on cask I believe)

It pours black as the night with a lovely massive medium brown head; on the nose you're getting spiky citrusy hops before the chocolate and coffee notes kick in along with dark fruits.

Upon tasting, it's mostly those dark fruits you get on the nose like dates and raisins but the coffee kicks in before a sweet fig and citrusy finish. It really hides the 7% well!

Verdict? It's a very bloody good beer, but for me it's not a Black IPA. For me, in a Black IPA, those fruity, citrusy flavours should dominate but they just don't. For all intents and purposes, I'm going to view this beer as an India Stout, or Hopped Up Stout, because that's what it is.

Would I buy? 100 times yes. Especially if I saw it on cask.