The Session is a monthly event for the beer blogging community which was started by Stan Hieronymus at Appellation Beer. On the first Friday of each month, all participating bloggers write about a predetermined topic. Each month a different blog is chosen to host The Session, choose the topic, and post a roundup of all the responses received. For more info on The Session, check out the Brookston Beer Bulletin’s nice archive page.
This month's session is hosted by Steve at Beers I've Known, one of my inspirations for blogging about beer. He asks us to tell a beery tale of past, in the style of Grandpa Simpson.
It was the eve of my birthday in the year of 2013. I had planned this epic quest for a while, a quest on the trail of beer in London for my birthday.
D-Day was upon us. The army said they'd come, and they came in swarms.
Starting off with M&S Oakham Citra on the train with Jay and Alec, the day began.
The Earl of Essex came first, where we'd find Chris & Rich sitting there in all their glory. It was a hot summers day and they wanted 3 things - Beer, Nate Dawg & their BIG INFLATABLE COWBOY HATS. Yes, it was a quest where we took it upon ourselves to wear silly hats for we had a beer launch to go to!
We were soon joined by many other people, drinking beer and having a laugh. Keela and Barry arrived, as did Dave & Andy. We drank beer. Sharona and Alan arrived, as well as Hazel, Ian and Mark. We drank many beers and had some laughs. It was the first time I'd met some of these people, they were just twitter folk until that fateful day. Now they're friends.
Continuing on with our epic quest, some people had been slain by The Fierce Dragon of Other Plans, but not disheartened we trudged through the battlefield onto The Craft Beer Co Islington for the reason we wear wearing our BIG INFLATABLE COWBOY HATS - a beer launch. The beer was a collaborative double IPA between Siren from Berkshire, and Pizza Port from California... it was called The Big Inflatable Cowboy hat. More soldiers arrived, in their masses. Andrew, Emma, Chris, Matt, Glyn and Joel. The beer was good. The battle continued. I had a new helmet, a Stone Arrogant Bastard cap that Glyn gave me for my birthday... it immediately gave me more hit points.
Onwards we crawl, through the mean streets of London , towards the Euston Tap. Not without a stop to see Colonel Ronald McDonald for some emergency rations. IMMORTALITY.
Beer. The Euston Tap. The first good beer outpost I'd discovered a couple of years ago after welcoming The Blind Boys of Alabama to our fair land. The outpost I will always love. More beers were consumed. A glass of Orval was raised for our recently fallen Comrade, Major Scoop, who will forever be in our hearts. We miss him dearly, but the battle must continue as he would have wanted.
Several other soldiers were slain right there, by The Fierce Dragon of Other Plans, but still we must go on! Our final outpost, the one where will will inevitably seize victory... Brewdog Camden. I arrive and look at the wondrous beer board... VICE BEER. BREWDOG VICE BEER. The one Brewdog beer I had been excited about since I first heard about it... Lieutenant Jen had saved some for me. For my birthday. This regenerated my health greatly. More beers were consumed. More laughs and chats.
WE WERE VICTORIOUS! WE WON THE BATTLE! WE ARE HEROES!