Basically, there was a barcrawl around a locale with some lovely cask ale, real ale and people on its route through the afternoon, the fields and into the late evening. It was capped off by a decent clutch of pizzas and Drop Dead Fred, though not a complete viewing due to the lateness of the hour - we are all, still, at heart consummate professionals.
It was a good evening, and I, being me, did aim to take a snapshot of each of the ales sampled and a quick review. Would you like to know more?
|One of the walls of the back bar. Lovelier than it looks!|
here) and the other offering (which my memory fails to supply me with the name of now) in the past I opted to go for the new-ness of something called Dobber from Manchester Marble Brewery and once again I was greeted with something pale and golden tinged but with a much mightier aroma of hops, including a distinct impression of something of a Citra nature, though there was no confirmation of this. However, all was not lost, the helpful barstaff was able to point out that this was an IPA, that it was 5.9% ABV and that it boasted tropical flavours with an orange undertone. These notes did not deceive and this was definitely a highly hopped IPA, good for nights out and conversation, and indicative of the fuller fruit of our conversation now joined by another colleague seeking refuge from child-wrangling duties in the main bar. Overall, this was a decent brew, I preferred it to the first, but not something that I thought I would be writing home about as much as the lovely nature of the back bar, which I hope to enjoy again.
here) as this was a good opener and not too silly. I plumbed for the Cavendish from Welbeck Abbey Brewery at 5% ABV. It was a blonde with a good colour and a pointy citrus aroma and a taste of lemons that percolated throughout the brew. Good head, good grapefruit quality to the taste as it developed and a subtle shift in the lemon-y nature of the hops to avoid oppressive bitterness in favour of something a little sweeter as befits a dry blonde. It put me in mind of the sort of ale one would have in a beer garden on a warmer day than we had chosen and certainly, despite being very nice, felt out of place next to a roaring log fire with animated and amusing discussion with two small people engrossed in games.
At this point a Daddy did trump and it wasn't me.
|A lovely walk toward the setting sun to find El Dorado.|
here) and not at all unpleasant. This was a good call and did well to stand with the likes of Hirundo and Jaipur X without being put firmly in the shade and relegated to supporting cast member. This was the sort of character that pushed firmly out into the main roles perhaps unexpectedly. I have no proof, but there were hints of citra and amarillo in this one, making it another US-style IPA rather than the more British bitters that I would have assumed would have held sway. Mind you, that is no criticism.
It was here we began, but did not complete, Drop Dead Fred and we were able to reflect to the strains of Ludovico Einaudi on a job well done and an event that deserves repetition. A hearty thanks to all involved and a wish that this could be done again over the last stretch to Summer because there was more to be investigated - we barely scratched the surface - and, as a final fact, dogs can look up.