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20-06-2023, 07:20
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I don't really do festivals any more. Too much standing and queueing. Just the really cool Lager ones at Butcher's Tears. Then again. Amstercam's Brettanomyces Festival isn't a beer festival.
A celebration of all sorts of wild shit. But that's not what I'm going to talk about.
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Which is going on a proper, old-fashioned piss-up. A long session of ordinary-strngth beer. Which slipped down so well, I was shocked when my third shout came around. In my round with John Clarke and Sebastian Sauer. I make that 11 pints each, at least. Unless my maths brain has melted.
It brought back memories of Friday nights in Leeds. Where the session started at 17:30 opening time and ended at last orders at 23:00. With lots and lots of Tetley's Mild consumed.
After listening to an enlightening talk about Prize Old Ald by Henry Kirk, we - a ragtaggle bunch of brewers, geeks and me - flopped over to Paleis Straat. Where there was a block party going on. And Bierkoning were serving beer the way god intended. Straight from the cask.
Good stuff, too. Like Zehender Kellerbier. And other things. I forget what they all were. I was too busy talking crap and supping down.
Fuck me. Is it really 20:00?
More... (http://barclayperkins.blogspot.com/2023/06/festival-fun.html)
I don't really do festivals any more. Too much standing and queueing. Just the really cool Lager ones at Butcher's Tears. Then again. Amstercam's Brettanomyces Festival isn't a beer festival.
A celebration of all sorts of wild shit. But that's not what I'm going to talk about.
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAqj57zrPAUU3ks1zDNFm-0oyzcF7kGXRcabgBHe9yuZ7QO4GlXMY0czEyh1XOP969l2-HlBjB8fic5OaNDUoQKeDUJb4SX93Oqwr4jxpIIqrJw6zucxZHj rxLTjbo92JheGZKS3gA6uFdrh-lHLpzwqV2kIPhhB-jZU1OvYf0JquA9bUIrZq8Gz1y0U/w640-h480/anstich_casks.jpg (https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAqj57zrPAUU3ks1zDNFm-0oyzcF7kGXRcabgBHe9yuZ7QO4GlXMY0czEyh1XOP969l2-HlBjB8fic5OaNDUoQKeDUJb4SX93Oqwr4jxpIIqrJw6zucxZHj rxLTjbo92JheGZKS3gA6uFdrh-lHLpzwqV2kIPhhB-jZU1OvYf0JquA9bUIrZq8Gz1y0U/s4000/anstich_casks.jpg)
Which is going on a proper, old-fashioned piss-up. A long session of ordinary-strngth beer. Which slipped down so well, I was shocked when my third shout came around. In my round with John Clarke and Sebastian Sauer. I make that 11 pints each, at least. Unless my maths brain has melted.
It brought back memories of Friday nights in Leeds. Where the session started at 17:30 opening time and ended at last orders at 23:00. With lots and lots of Tetley's Mild consumed.
After listening to an enlightening talk about Prize Old Ald by Henry Kirk, we - a ragtaggle bunch of brewers, geeks and me - flopped over to Paleis Straat. Where there was a block party going on. And Bierkoning were serving beer the way god intended. Straight from the cask.
Good stuff, too. Like Zehender Kellerbier. And other things. I forget what they all were. I was too busy talking crap and supping down.
Fuck me. Is it really 20:00?
More... (http://barclayperkins.blogspot.com/2023/06/festival-fun.html)