Category Archives: Beer

Whiskers

I’ve not had a shave in over a week. And I’m on a train which is waiting twenty something minutes before we leave York.
My face is quite itchy. 

We did manage a couple of bottles of Erdinger in the Draper’s Arms, Peterborough.

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Becks

Well, we’re now back in the UK. Or Stansted. Sort of the UK. We’ve some time to kill before our train, so beer seemed like a good idea. 

It had to be Becks. Germany, I miss you. 

Aventinus

I have fond memories of Schneider Weiss Aventinus from many years ago. My now son-in-law sampled a little too much of the 12% Aventinus Eisbeck when I was last in Munich, while the 8.2% Aventinus proved to be a safer option. 

I’m now back in the Schneider Weiss Brauhaus after twelve years. This visit was only for the purposes of a single Schneider Weiss original. And it was very nice. 



As is the Tap 6 Aventinus I’m now drinking. 

A pee in a bush and a bit of synchronicity

My second in command made a new friend in Erding today. A lady called Jieun. She’s from South Korea. And very nice too. 

So let’s talk synchronicity first. When I was last in Munich, with Lucy and Ian (Otherwise known as the only man in the world to have a ladybird poop on his shirt) I met a man from South Korea. A businessman. A very nice man. He gave me his email address, but I wrote it  down incorrectly. I hope he wasn’t offended that I never kept in touch. I tried. 

Today was also largely about a beer I developed a taste for a dozen years ago. Erdinger. My second in command and I ventured to Erding  today. We’d booked a brewery tour at the Erdinger brewery. We met the tour outside the fan club , after buying stuff we don’t need. 

Well, maybe we do. We can drink our Erdinger in the garden this sumner, from the proper glasses. 

Anyway, the tour was amazing. At only €15, you get a beer while you watch a film to give you some background information. Followed by a walk through the whole process. 

While they produce 200k plus bottles a a day, the process still takes a month. The place is huge, I mean huge.

No fish are involved in the process. None at all. Which is good since the brewery tour ends in pretzels and sausages and (lots of) beer. The pretzels were very nice, with some pretty heavy duty mustard. I did decline the white, floppy penis-like sausages though. 

Anyway, we, with a group of gentlemen from Nottingham (and my second in command’s new friend), left long after the tour had ended. The brewery called us a cab to the station, where we had two minutes to wait for the train to leave. 

Unfortunately, my bladder required me to pee before the S-bahn to Munich. Which meant that I needed to find a bush near the station. I’d barely started to pee before people started to shout that the train was about to leave. 

So I had around six pints of fresh beer, which meant my S-bahn limit wasn’t great. We’d aimed fot Munich hbf, but I couldn’t quite make it, so alighted at Marienplatz. Where, soon after, we found a nice (local) bar, where we seemed to be accepted. Franziskaner (from a drawer under the bar).


We enjoyed the brewery tour very much. A video of bottles of beer. Many bottles. 

Spaten

My second in command needed to pee en-route to our hotel, so we found a nice little bar. Where we found some Spaten pilsner. 


I’ve not been in Munich for twelve years, but have recognised some places within minutes. Some things have changes though; in common with Berlin, there’s a lot of building work. 

An average station bar

We’re a little early for our train, so sought out the bar in Nuremberg station. This bar isn’t anything like the average UK station bar. 

We’re currently sitting outside the bar, with ice cold Landwehr-brau in the sunshine. 



A few minutes ago, I had a conversation with a local bloke about fussball. He said hello and asked where I’m from. When I told him I’m from, he asked if I was from Sunderland or Newcastle (in that order). Apparently, he follows the premier league (I think that’s something to do with football). I was impressed that he was aware of geography in the UK. He also mentioned Middlesbrough. I worked there for a little while when I was 16.

Nurnburg

We’ve made a discovery of great importance today. 

Several years ago, I came across Tucher, a delicious weissbier, in (of all places) Peterborough. Wetherspoons were selling it for £1.50 a bottle, I’d assumed it was something of an experiment since it disappeared after a couple of months and wasn’t available in other towns. At least none I’d frequented. 

It made a reappearance a couple of years ago though, across the chain. While the price has substantially increased, it’s still a preferred choice. 

And, today, while wandering the streets of Nuremburg, My second in command pointed out the numerous pieces of Tucher artwork adorning the exteriors of various establishments. 

On closer inspection, I found that the stuff is actually brewed here. How didn’t I know that?


One could have attempted a brewery tour. I wonder where said brewery is located. 

We enjoyed some other beer here too.