It turns out Joe meant lamppost 47 yesterday. No wonder I couldn’t find him. We’ve arranged to meet there again today. It’s where Kout na Šumavě is. So I’m not arguing.
Feeling all health-conscious, I have some fruit as well as fried stuff for breakfast.
“That means I can treat myself to an extra couple of beers.”
“You’ll do that anyway, Ronald.”
“You’re so cynical.”
“Realistic. I grew up in the DDR, remember?”
We’ve a date with the supermarket, first. A chance for me to stock up on some hotel beers. While Dolores fiddles around buying some foodstuff or other. She needs to get her priorities right. After dumping our food and drink we head to the festival.
We troll down to lamppost 47. No sign of Joe. But, hey, they’re selling Kout na Šumavě here.
“Three fifty for 25 cl! That’s expensive.”
“But it’s supposed to be dead good, Dolores.”
I order one anyway, while Dolores goes for something cheaper.
Kout na Šumavě 12º
My first time trying this. Will it disappoint? So many have sung its praises. It doesn’t. Really nicely hoppy. Top stuff.
Eggenberg Tmavý Ležák 11°
Pretty dark, slightly roasty, not too sweet. OK. Not as good as the Kout, obviously.
Joe rolls up when I’m on my second beer. He has a couple of hours before he needs to go home for a BBQ. Should be long enough. Always good to meet him, which usually happens a couple of times a year.
Andreas Krennmair, a young Austrian living in the city, arrives soon after with his Irish wife. He’s been investigating continental beer, especially German beers, the way I’ve been looking into British beers. We’ve never met before, but have had contact on the internet. Plenty for us to chat about.
Maryensztadt Imperial Baltic Porter (29.33º Plato, 10.5% ABV)
Black as night, beautifully thick and sticky. Sweet, heavy, lovely. Very good.
Another thing I love about this festival is the food. Country-appropriate – so Czech stuff close to the Czech brewery stands – mostly pretty good and not that expensive. I invest in a Czech sausage. Like the Kout, it doesn’t disappoint.
It’s starting to get a bit crowded. Just time for one last beer. I guess I’ll make it something nice and light.
Maryensztadt Żywot Barley'a (22º Plato, 9.5% ABV)
An English Barley Wine, evidently. Sweet and gloopy as a Barley Wine should be. Full of alcoholy goodness.
Černá Hora Světlý Ležák (4.8% ABV)
I couldn’t pass this one up. It’s the beer I was drinking when I first met Dolores. It’s a lovely, light and hoppy beer, the type of beer they make so well in the Czech Republic.
It’s about time for us to leave. But we’re still hungry. What to do next?
We’ve noticed a Korean restaurant on Warschauerstrasse. The food looked dead good when we walked past. We decide to eat there. I get a big pile of crispy fried pork on a bed of rice. It costs about threepence and is more than I can manage to eat. I’m not about to leave something so nice. We take the leftovers home in a doggy bag.
Pivovar Kout na Šumavě
Kout na Šumavě 2,
345 02 Kout na Šumavě.
Tel: +420 379 789 370
381 01 Český Krumlov,
Tel: +420 380 711 225
ul. Sportowa 3
Tel: +48 730 115 985
Pivovar Černá Hora
Černá Hora 3/5,
679 21 Černá Hora.
Tel: +420 516 482 411
New Arirang Restaurant
Warschauer Str. 22,
Tel.: +49 30 92353325
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