Tuesday, 10 November 2015
Craft Beer Calling
A picture paints a thousand words - so here are 24,000 words on Craft Beer Calling, Newcastle upon Tyne's answer to the inferior Indy Man Beer Con.
Monday, 27 July 2015
Vinegar Ectoplasm
I had lunch with a couple of friends yesterday. It was a good pub: a decent turnover of cask ales and real food made from scratch. My friend asked for vinegar for his chips.
"Sorry, we don't do vinegar - this is a real ale pub" came the reply.
A few weeks ago, in another pub a few miles away, the people at the next table were ordering food. They asked for chips:"Sorry, we don't do chips. Too many people ask for vinegar and we can't do vinegar because this is a real ale pub".
In a third pub, a regular grumbled to me: "We asked for a big jar of cockles on the bar but the boss won't do it because of the vinegar. The same with pickled eggs".
I've been aware of this no-vinegar thing for some years. The idea seems to be that the mere presence of vinegar in the pub somehow adversely effects the beer.
This is vinegar that smells of bullshit.
By what means does the vinegar allegedly adversely effect the beer? I asked one of my lunch friends, who is a very sciencey person, with a PhD in organic chemistry to prove it. "Vinegar ectoplasm" he explained.
Adding to my suspicion that this is mumbo-jumbo, each of the pubs concerned is quite happy to serve other condiments that contain vinegar – tomato ketchup and brown sauce for instance. Indeed, one of them prides itself on making its own chutneys and pickles. Joined-up thinking is not in evidence.
My conclusion is that the vinegar-adversely-effects-beer thing is magical thinking. It is an idea - a meme - that is passed between people who don't question it.
Has anyone else spotted this? Can anyone defend the no-vinegar rule?
*Update: The Beercast has also covered this subject. Interestingly, the pub they mention is is no more than 15 miles or so from the ones I mentioned. Could the no-vinegar rule be a local South Cumbrian thing? http://thebeercast.com/2012/08/keep-our-pubs-vinegar-free.html
"Sorry, we don't do vinegar - this is a real ale pub" came the reply.
A few weeks ago, in another pub a few miles away, the people at the next table were ordering food. They asked for chips:"Sorry, we don't do chips. Too many people ask for vinegar and we can't do vinegar because this is a real ale pub".
In a third pub, a regular grumbled to me: "We asked for a big jar of cockles on the bar but the boss won't do it because of the vinegar. The same with pickled eggs".
I've been aware of this no-vinegar thing for some years. The idea seems to be that the mere presence of vinegar in the pub somehow adversely effects the beer.
This is vinegar that smells of bullshit.
By what means does the vinegar allegedly adversely effect the beer? I asked one of my lunch friends, who is a very sciencey person, with a PhD in organic chemistry to prove it. "Vinegar ectoplasm" he explained.
Adding to my suspicion that this is mumbo-jumbo, each of the pubs concerned is quite happy to serve other condiments that contain vinegar – tomato ketchup and brown sauce for instance. Indeed, one of them prides itself on making its own chutneys and pickles. Joined-up thinking is not in evidence.
My conclusion is that the vinegar-adversely-effects-beer thing is magical thinking. It is an idea - a meme - that is passed between people who don't question it.
Has anyone else spotted this? Can anyone defend the no-vinegar rule?
*Update: The Beercast has also covered this subject. Interestingly, the pub they mention is is no more than 15 miles or so from the ones I mentioned. Could the no-vinegar rule be a local South Cumbrian thing? http://thebeercast.com/2012/08/keep-our-pubs-vinegar-free.html
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
Am I post-craft?
Way back, probably about 1996 or 1997, I first tasted the vivid flavours being imported from the USA. In 1998 I made my first trip to California - and came back an evangelist. Not for big-flavour west coast beer per se, but for a more positive attitude to beer. Long un-enthralled by CAMRA's relentlessly negative and doom-laden "real ale under threat" narrative, I found the US attitude a breath of fresh air. It got me thinking: ditch the term "real ale" and the negativity surrounding it, and fewer people would be put off real ale. And while we're at it, acknowledge that perfectly good beer can come from kegs, and recognise that Johnny Foreigner can brew good beer, some of which might even be lager. But what about a new term that encapsulates this new positivity? The Americans already had a good one: Craft Beer.
Fast forward a decade and a half or so, and we find "craft beer" is firmly established in the UK. Big-hop beers are essential for any brewery or bar that identifies with craft. Supermarkets, regional brewers and pubcos are even recognising craft – surely signs that craft is now mainstream.
A recent long weekend in London allowed me to consider my own feelings about the craft revolution I had long wished for.
Evening one: I was at the launch party of the Mikkeller book at which Martyn Cornell was called a bastard. The venue was Brewdog's Camden establishment. The weakest beer available was 4.5% Brew Puppy (I may have mis-remembered this name). It was bitter. It was nothing else. It was like chewing a teabag. It wasn't pleasant. I later enjoyed a third of one of Mik's sour beers. It was rather good but at the equivalent of £12 a pint it fucking well should have been. But I wanted a pint – a whole pint, not two thirds – of something thirst-quenching. No such beer was available. It made me grumpy.
Evening two: The venue was The Cat's Back, Harvey's little-known second London pub which is tucked away on a side street on the west side of Wandsworth town centre. I had four pints: a Best Bitter, a Wild Hop, An Armada Ale and an 1859 Porter. Three of the four were sublimely good. Sadly the Wild Hop was tired and flabby. But three out of four ain't bad. In fact, I was overjoyed: highly drinkable, thirst-quenching, intelligent beer in a proper pub devoid of bearded hipster clones blasting their tastedbuds with bitterness.
Afternoon Three: I popped into the Swift, on Putney High Street. This is a Fullers faux-east end hipster craft beer vibe bar for the unadventurous young professionals of south west London. On my first visit, in December 2013 soon after it opened, I was thoroughly underwhelmed. A blackboard listing the "craft beer" selection included Fosters, without any suggestion of it being an in-joke; surly door-staff enforced a no-bags rule. The board had gone but the faux-ness was all too apparent in the sun of a spring afternoon. The exposed bricks were wallpaper. The vintage distressed tiles were wallpaper. The furniture was over-designed to look under-designed. The beer selection was perfunctory. The whole place was false, a facsimile of craft.
On the train back north I had time to ponder this craft dysphoria. I came to a conclusion: I am post-craft. Genuine craft as exemplified by Brewdog left me cold. Faux craft, as represented by The Swift, left me dispirited.
A Harvey's pub put a a mile wide smile on my face. I am post-craft. But I'm still not real ale.
Update: 4 August 2015 - The Swift has closed for business.
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| Doing a bit of dry hopping in San Francisco, Feb '98 |
Fast forward a decade and a half or so, and we find "craft beer" is firmly established in the UK. Big-hop beers are essential for any brewery or bar that identifies with craft. Supermarkets, regional brewers and pubcos are even recognising craft – surely signs that craft is now mainstream.
A recent long weekend in London allowed me to consider my own feelings about the craft revolution I had long wished for.
Evening one: I was at the launch party of the Mikkeller book at which Martyn Cornell was called a bastard. The venue was Brewdog's Camden establishment. The weakest beer available was 4.5% Brew Puppy (I may have mis-remembered this name). It was bitter. It was nothing else. It was like chewing a teabag. It wasn't pleasant. I later enjoyed a third of one of Mik's sour beers. It was rather good but at the equivalent of £12 a pint it fucking well should have been. But I wanted a pint – a whole pint, not two thirds – of something thirst-quenching. No such beer was available. It made me grumpy.
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| Mikk |
Evening two: The venue was The Cat's Back, Harvey's little-known second London pub which is tucked away on a side street on the west side of Wandsworth town centre. I had four pints: a Best Bitter, a Wild Hop, An Armada Ale and an 1859 Porter. Three of the four were sublimely good. Sadly the Wild Hop was tired and flabby. But three out of four ain't bad. In fact, I was overjoyed: highly drinkable, thirst-quenching, intelligent beer in a proper pub devoid of bearded hipster clones blasting their tastedbuds with bitterness.
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| The Cat's Back |
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| The Swift |
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| The Swift |
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| The Swift |
On the train back north I had time to ponder this craft dysphoria. I came to a conclusion: I am post-craft. Genuine craft as exemplified by Brewdog left me cold. Faux craft, as represented by The Swift, left me dispirited.
A Harvey's pub put a a mile wide smile on my face. I am post-craft. But I'm still not real ale.
Update: 4 August 2015 - The Swift has closed for business.
Thursday, 26 February 2015
A Victorian Lager Brewery That Never Was
While doing some research on long-defunct breweries of South Cumbria (or North Lancashire as it was before 1974) I stumbled across a prospectus for a plan to build a German-style lager brewery at Backbarrow (click here for location).
In the archive I also found a letter from a German correspondent (last picture) that seems to confirm my suspicion that this brewery never got off the ground. Scroll to the bottom for my transcript of the letter.
None of the documents carried a date so I'm going to have re-read Boak and Bailey's fascinating ebook "Gambrinus Waltz: German Lager Beer in Victorian and Edwardian London" to attempt to make a guess at the year.
Max Grumbach
5 Bohnenstrasse
Hamburg
••• Letter to •••••••
From the ?
Max Grumbach, Esq
c/o Grambach & Co
Hamburg
Being without your news about the projected Backbarrow
brewery at seems that the transactions about this have come to a dead stop,
which we should much regret for the sake of the interested persons.
We know from a good source that the brewery in London, which
is at most about 9 •••••• does a very good trade and we are told that their
beer is much liked by the public and that the price, which they fetch is so
high that a big advance may be the result.
This success and the certainty that an increased demand of
German Lagerbeer will follow, will have the consequence of starting more such
breweries during the next few years and it is evident that those breweries
which will be first established, will be the most prosperous ones, not having
to meet a great competition at the beginning and it certainly will not be
difficult for them to find a sufficient market.
With regard to the Backbarrow brewery, we feel almost sure
that the net advance, as it was stated in our estimates, will become much
larger still, because the selling price
which we have named is the price for beer in barrels which will be much
raised if, as it was intended, they will take up the trade of beer in bottles
at the same time we request you to point this out to your friends and should be
glad if they would soon come to a definite conclusion.
We beg also to mention, that our engineer[?] is at present
occupied with fitting up the Wrexham brewery for us and will have finished his
work in about 3 months when that brewery will ••••••.
This had been delayed through the failure of the builder,
which also stopped this work for a while.
Awaiting your good news & c & c
x The Wrexham Brewery has no connection with •••••••••
Friday, 20 February 2015
How things were before craft...
With such a relentlessly miserable and patronising message was it any wonder younger people stayed away from real ale?
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
A New Brewery for Cumbria
A couple of years ago I did some sums to confirm a hunch I had – that my home county of Cumbria then had the greatest number of breweries per capita of all UK counties. Confirmed it I did, but I've chucked out the nice little spreadsheet I made and I can't be bothered making it again so I can't give you any figures.
Of course, that really tells you that Cumbria is sparsely populated but it gets lots of tourists who come to drink our beer after spending the day get rained on. It is well populated by big inhospitable hills and sheep and damn cold lakes, which is nice if you like those sort of things. If you calculated the number of breweries per sheep, the score would be very low because of the surfeit of said mammals. On the other hand, London would probably be top of the league table of breweries per sheep. Nice one London, another feather in your cap.
Cumbria's breweries per human capita figure will soon be getting a little bigger, or rather, a little biggar.
There's a pub I go to, The Queens Arms at Biggar Village, which I will take you to if you ever visit my home town of Barrow-in-Furness. It is a community pub in the best sense of the expression. The QA is possesses a courtyard and some near-derelict outbuildings usually referred to as "the barns". Putting the barns to some useful purpose is a common conversation for the villagers. The idea of creating an art gallery fortunately didn't get off the ground. Barrow really isn't an art gallery kind of a town. Fortunately beer is known to be consumed in the area, and the idea of creating a brewery occurred to lots of people.
The owners of the pub didn't have deep enough pockets nor the know-how to go about creating a brewery so the regulars got their heads together and came up with a plan.
Two years ago the ball started rolling. Without really knowing how go about it, the idea of a co-operative took hold. It was decided shares would be £200. People soon started buying shares. I chipped in in September 2013. I soon found myself on the managing committee as I gave people the impression I knew what I was talking about. Nothing much happened for many months. Slowly we started to fill our information vacuum. By the summer of 2014 we had found an advisor to help us with the formation of the necessary co-operative legal entity – an Industrial Provident Society. Meanwhile we heard Unsworth's Brewery of Cartmel were looking to upgrade their kit and sell their shiny 2.5 barrel kit. So we bought it. That's our kit you see pictured on Unsworth's website.
With the co-operative in place and the kit in storage, we embarked on getting change of use planning permission for the bit of the barns we wanted to use. Six months of stress ensued. Unfortunately the barns are listed buildings. Not only that, they are adjacent to an site of special scientific interest. And adding to the complexity, they are close to a flood plain. One of the many hoops through which we had to jump, was a bat and owl survey. Had the the barns not been listed, a bat and owl survey would not have been necessary – which presumably would have meant we could have murdered any resident bats and owls with impunity. As it was, no evidence of bat or owl roosting was found. Thank goodness.
Planning permission was finally granted just before Christmas 2014. With the ball well and truly rolling, we can think about preparing the premises. The barn doors need rebuilding, a drain needs digging, the walls and ceiling need patching up and lining, and water and electricity supplies need installing.
While this is going on I'm doing the marketing groundwork, this blog post included. Branding isn't finalised but this is what we're using for now:
Of course, that really tells you that Cumbria is sparsely populated but it gets lots of tourists who come to drink our beer after spending the day get rained on. It is well populated by big inhospitable hills and sheep and damn cold lakes, which is nice if you like those sort of things. If you calculated the number of breweries per sheep, the score would be very low because of the surfeit of said mammals. On the other hand, London would probably be top of the league table of breweries per sheep. Nice one London, another feather in your cap.
Cumbria's breweries per human capita figure will soon be getting a little bigger, or rather, a little biggar.
There's a pub I go to, The Queens Arms at Biggar Village, which I will take you to if you ever visit my home town of Barrow-in-Furness. It is a community pub in the best sense of the expression. The QA is possesses a courtyard and some near-derelict outbuildings usually referred to as "the barns". Putting the barns to some useful purpose is a common conversation for the villagers. The idea of creating an art gallery fortunately didn't get off the ground. Barrow really isn't an art gallery kind of a town. Fortunately beer is known to be consumed in the area, and the idea of creating a brewery occurred to lots of people.
The owners of the pub didn't have deep enough pockets nor the know-how to go about creating a brewery so the regulars got their heads together and came up with a plan.
Two years ago the ball started rolling. Without really knowing how go about it, the idea of a co-operative took hold. It was decided shares would be £200. People soon started buying shares. I chipped in in September 2013. I soon found myself on the managing committee as I gave people the impression I knew what I was talking about. Nothing much happened for many months. Slowly we started to fill our information vacuum. By the summer of 2014 we had found an advisor to help us with the formation of the necessary co-operative legal entity – an Industrial Provident Society. Meanwhile we heard Unsworth's Brewery of Cartmel were looking to upgrade their kit and sell their shiny 2.5 barrel kit. So we bought it. That's our kit you see pictured on Unsworth's website.
With the co-operative in place and the kit in storage, we embarked on getting change of use planning permission for the bit of the barns we wanted to use. Six months of stress ensued. Unfortunately the barns are listed buildings. Not only that, they are adjacent to an site of special scientific interest. And adding to the complexity, they are close to a flood plain. One of the many hoops through which we had to jump, was a bat and owl survey. Had the the barns not been listed, a bat and owl survey would not have been necessary – which presumably would have meant we could have murdered any resident bats and owls with impunity. As it was, no evidence of bat or owl roosting was found. Thank goodness.
Planning permission was finally granted just before Christmas 2014. With the ball well and truly rolling, we can think about preparing the premises. The barn doors need rebuilding, a drain needs digging, the walls and ceiling need patching up and lining, and water and electricity supplies need installing.
While this is going on I'm doing the marketing groundwork, this blog post included. Branding isn't finalised but this is what we're using for now:
Our Facebook page is up and running, and naturally I would like you to give it a like.
A couple of weeks ago we had a bit of a celebration for getting the planning permission and to present the share certificates, all for the benefit of the local media. As you can see we have a celebrity shareholder who is known to have a keen interest in beer and breweries.
There are still lots more hurdles to jump before any beer gets brewed. One of those hurdles is just who the hell is going to brew the bloody stuff? If any brewers of your acquaintance are at a loose end please urge them to get in touch.
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