Copenhagen festival

Before yesterday's beer tour*, I grabbed a quick beer with anti-American Mike. He had good news. He's found us rooms in Copenhagen. And only 40 euros a night. Well done, Mike.

We're off to Copenhagen for the first European Beer Festival in September. It should be a great event, with the best beers from across Europe. Up until now, the large European festivals have mostly represented a single country. Some, such as the Great British Beer Festival, have featured foreign beers for many years. But it's only a small percentage of the total. Even the Berlin International Beer Festival has a majority of German beers.

The only exception I can think of is the small, but perfectly-formed, Bruxellensis. Also held in September. I must check if it clashes with the Copenhagen festival**. It would be a shame if it did. My kids are keen on revisiting it. They liked the food.

I'm uncertain if I'll be able to cram in everything I would like to do in Copenhagen into just two days. It's a great city. With many wonderful pubs, including Mike's favourite, plan-b. You can tell it's a modern sort of place by its eschewing of capital letters. But don't let that put you off. The idiosyncratic and eclectic beer selection is unrivalled. I've been to plenty of places with a far greater number on their menu, but none with as many unexpected treats.

Tatoverede Enke is another must. A beer cuisine restaurant that rivals the best in Belgium. And which has a pretty good beer range, too. Also on the list is BrewPub. Last time I was in the city I planned to visit it on Sunday, forgetting it doesn't open that day. I want to get to Ølbutikken as well, a beer boutique bulging with delights. Pegasus is another stylish beer bar that warrants a return visit. Sounds like I won't have much time left over for the festival itself.

Let me know if you'll be going to the festival. I might have a spare five minutes to chat. You'll have no trouble finding me. I'll be standing next to Mike.


*The beer tour was good fun, by the way. A very pleasant couple from Kansas City. And I was in bed by midnight. Very important with an 8-hour shift today.

**I've just checked. They do clash. The kids are heartbroken.

Bruxellensis

I'm gradually getting around most of the significant beer festivals. Reports of Bruxellensis being very favourable, I thought I'd give it a try this year.


It wasn't a totally a voluntary decision. The plan had been to combine the RateBeer meeting in Antwerp and Bruxellensis. I enjoyed the Ratebeer meeting last year tremendously, especially finally getting to drink Zoigl (thanks Sebastian). But it wasn't to be. Dolores was away in Germany and I had to look after the kids. I suppose I could have taken them to Antwerp, but I doubt it would have gone down too well with everyone else. Whilst sitting around trying weird and wonderful beers might be fascinating for me, I can't see it occupying the kids' attention for long. A beer festival is another matter.


Andrew has an impressive array of beer festivals under his belt: ZBF (twice), Hasselt, Essen, Annafest, Peterborough to name just a few. And still he won't drink beer. I suppose, being just 11, he still has time to acquire the taste. We have a wager about beer drinking. I bet him 50 euros that he would drink a beer by the time he's 18. Andrew thinks that's easy money. I do, too. I wonder which of us has got it right?


I only have one criticism of Bruxellensis. The instructions on how to get there by train say to take the 81 or 82 tram from Gare du Midi. We jumped on the latter. It was soon obvious that it wasn't going in the direction of the festival. Andrew usually manages all the navigation on public transport. I assume he'll need to know the way back, as I won't be aware of which town I'm in, let alone which direction to go after a day's boozing. It's a good system. But this time I had to take control. As luck would have it, we got off at just the right stop to change to a 97 tram, which does go the right way. Thank you god. I owe you one.


The festival is held in a building called Ijskelders van St. Gillis (Ice Cellars of St. Gillis). It looks like an old bus garage inside, but I think the name gives away it's original purpose. Rather Spartan and industrial but not without a certain charm. I would provide you with photos so you could judge for yourselves, but Dolores had the camera in Germany. Hopefully I can borrow some of Andy's.


The organisers have strict criteria for selecting participants. This is how they put it:

"There will thus be present brewers producing beers, the majority of which, if not all, have well-defined characteristics. The aim is to support and defend those who have made the decision to turn their back on easy commercial gain but rather have adopted a fighting stance against beers with little flavour. They are thus brewers who wander off the well-trodden path. They work in breweries on a human, rather than an industrial scale, using traditional and natural methods, and are guided by higher motives than an unbridled pursuit of profit. They are small in size, but their contribution to our brewing heritage is enormous: they are the ultimate guarantors of the preservation of centuries old tradition and produce beers with a genuine diversity of flavours."

An admirable viewpoint. It means that, whilst quite small, the festival offers an impressive number of distinctive and exciting beers. Certainly more than I could manage in three hours. Though I did have three pints of Mild. And a couple of pints of Alt. With so many beers of 5% ABV and under, I was delighted to get my hands on a pint glass. I would have gone crazy drinking Mild from the tiny festival tasting glass.


It's also an international festival. Two brewers from Finland, two from England, half dozen from the Rhineland, several from Franconia, and one each from Spain and France were represented. Plus 10 Belgian breweries, mostly very small and traditional. A unique mix.


It must say something about me (probably not very complimentary) that I always bump into loads of people I know at festivals. Bruxellensis was no exception. Jeremy from the Babblebelt, Fred Waltman, Andy and Evi, Mike Kavanagh, Marlies and Hugh of Bierlijn. Quite impresive, especially considering many were at the RateBeer meeting. (Apologies to those of you - probably the majority - who don't have the faintest idea who all these people are.)


I only have one concern: that it might get too popular. It was just about right on Saturday afternoon. It was possible to get a seat and get served. But there wouldn't need to be that many more attendees to bugger all that up. I hope it doesn't become a victim of its own success.


Those of you able to read Dutch can find Andrew's account of the day here.

A pint of Mild, please

"What do I have to say?" I ask myself this question often. This is my usual response:







"Where do I want to be?" I do know the answer to that one: the Brassmoulders Arms in 1979. Drinking Tetley's Mild served through an economiser.

I've been all over, drunk all kinds of fancy beer, but a pub crawl around Cross Green or Hunslet; that was something else. There was only one beer involved. For me there was only one beer in those years. A beer as unfashionable as you could get. A cloth cap beer brewed by a big brewery. Drunk in pubs as magnificent as the ale.

"What do you want?" "A pint of mild, please." I still say that. Even when I'm not being asked what I want to drink. Nostalgia? Bad joke? Unfulfilled longing? Who knows. That it still falls so easily from my lips after all these years must mean something.

Today I could have said "a pint of Mild, please" seriously. They had Rutland Panther straight from the barrel at Bruxellensis. But no-one asked me what I wanted. Bloody typical.