Friday, 3 September 2010

Burton and Old Burton

Sometimes it's hard to work out what beers in brewing records were marketed and sold as.

Which is where this little price list from Barclay Perkins comes in handy. It gives both the brewhouse and retail names of their beers.



KK was Burton and KKKK Old Burton. I bet you're wondering what those beers were like. Let's take a look, shall we?

First Barclay Perkins KK or Burton:


17th February Barclay Perkins 1933 KK

type
qtr
weight qtr
lbs
%
pale malt
Dereham California
8.5
336
2856
26.33
pale malt
Dereham MA
10
336
3360
30.97
pale malt
Page SA
5
336
1680
15.49
maize

3
336
1008
9.29
crystal malt

1.5
336
504
4.65
sugar
Martineau No.3
6
224
1344
12.39
sugar
caramel


96
0.88
total

34.00

10848
100.00

lbs
type
year
%

hops
90
Fox MK Fuggles
1931
33.09

hops
49
Rogers MK Golding Varieties
1930
18.01

hops
42
Saaz
1930
15.44

hops
91
Mainwaring MK Fuggles
1930
33.46

hops
0


0.00

hops (lbs)
272




hops (lbs/barrel)
1.69




hops (lbs/qtr)
8.00




dry hops (oz/brl)
3




boil time (hours)
2.25




Hopping:
at inch:
91
Mainwaring MK Fuggles
1930



49
Rogers MK Golding Varieties
1930


after 1 hour boil
90
Fox MK Fuggles
1931


after 1.5 hour boil
42
Saaz
1930

pitching temp (ºF)
59




gravity (lbs barrel)
19.39




gravity (OG)
1053.70




gravity (FG)
1015.50




ABV
5.05




apparent attenuation
71.14%




barrels wort
161




extract (lbs/barrel/qtr)
90.6




extract
3080.4




Colour
74




Source:
Barclay Perkins brewing records


Now KKKK or Old Burton:


16th February Barclay Perkins 1933 KKKK

type
qtr
weight qtr
lbs
%
pale malt
Dereham California
5.625
336
1890
28.89
pale malt
H and D T PA
10
336
3360
51.37
crystal malt

1.375
336
462
7.06
sugar
Martineau No.2
3
224
672
10.27
malt extract

0.5
224
112
1.71
sugar
caramel


45
0.69
total

20.50

6541
100.00

lbs
type
year
%

hops
110
Reeves MK Golding Varieties
1932
50.00

hops
55
Reeves MK Goldings
1931
25.00

hops
55
Rogers MK Goldings
1930
25.00

hops (lbs)
220




hops (lbs/barrel)
3.31




hops (lbs/qtr)
10.73




dry hops (oz/brl)
4




boil time (hours)
2.50




Hopping:
at inch:
55
Reeves MK Goldings
1931



55
Rogers MK Goldings
1930


after 1 hour boil
55
Reeves MK Golding Varieties
1932


after 1.5 hour boil
55
Reeves MK Golding Varieties
1932

pitching temp (ºF)
58




gravity (lbs barrel)
27.65




gravity (OG)
1076.60




gravity (FG)
1028.00




ABV
6.43




apparent attenuation
63.45%




barrels wort
66.5




extract (lbs/barrel/qtr)
89.1




extract
1826.55




Colour
90




Source:
Barclay Perkins brewing records


I was a bit surprised at how the grists differed. I'd expected the KKKK to be pretty much a scaled up version of KK. That's not the case. As you've no doubt noticed, KK was Californian malt, SA malt, MA (Mild Ale) malt, crystal malt, No.3 invert sugar and a touch of caramel. KKKK, on the other hand, contained Californian malt, PA malt, crystal malt, No.2 invert sugar and caramel.

And, despite being brewed on consecutive days, the hops used were almost completely different: all Goldings or Golding Varieties for KKKK: Golding Varieties, Fuggles and Saaz for KK.

At about 6.5% ABV, KKKK was about as strong as draught beer came in the 1930's.

And, because I'm such a generous soul, here are the equivalent beers from Fuller's. First their Burton, BO.



26th June 1935 Fuller's BO

type
qtr
weight qtr
lbs
%
pale malt
English
19
326
6194
26.67
pale malt
Australian
19
326
6194
26.67
pale malt
Australian
16.5
326
5379
23.16
pale malt
Chilean
2.5
326
815
3.51
flaked maize

10
336
3360
14.47
sugar
glucose
3
224
672
2.89
sugar
Intense

224
338
1.46
sugar
Tri ?? BP

224
235
1.01
sugar
BP


37
0.16
total

70.00

23224
100.00

lbs
type
year
%

hops
131
Pemfret
1934
24.95

hops
394
Suninens??
1934
75.05

hops (lbs)
525




hops (lbs/barrel)
1.6




hops (lbs/qtr)
7.50




boil time (hours)
1.5
1.75



pitching temp (ºF)
60




gravity (lbs barrel)
20.20




gravity (OG)
1055.95




gravity (FG)
1014.40




ABV
5.50




apparent attenuation
74.26%




barrels wort
515.5




extract (lbs/barrel/qtr)
93.94




Source:
Fuller's brewing records


Now their Old Burton Extra:


26th June 1935 Fuller's OBE

type
qtr
weight qtr
lbs
%
pale malt
English
19
326
6194
26.67
pale malt
Australian
19
326
6194
26.67
pale malt
Australian
16.5
326
5379
23.16
pale malt
Chilean
2.5
326
815
3.51
flaked maize

10
336
3360
14.47
sugar
glucose
3
224
672
2.89
sugar
Intense

224
338
1.46
sugar
Tri ?? BP

224
235
1.01
sugar
BP


37
0.16
total

70.00

23224
100.00

lbs
type
year
%

hops
131
Pemfret
1934
24.95

hops
394
Suninens??
1934
75.05

hops (lbs)
525




hops (lbs/barrel)
1.9




hops (lbs/qtr)
7.50




boil time (hours)
1.5
1.75



pitching temp (ºF)
60




gravity (lbs barrel)
24.40




gravity (OG)
1067.59




gravity (FG)
1019.94




ABV
6.30




apparent attenuation
70.49%




barrels wort
515.5




extract (lbs/barrel/qtr)
93.94




Source:
Fuller's brewing records


As BO and OBE were party-gyled with each other, the grist and hopping are identical.

So here are my definitions of 1930's Burton and Old Burton.

Burton: OG 1050-1055, 5-5.5% ABV, 80-100 EBC, 1.5-1.75 lbs hops/barrel.
Old Burton: OG 1065-1075, 6-7% ABV, 80-110 EBC, 2-3.5 lbs hops/barrel.

There. Two more new styles. What a productive day it's been.

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Bonnie Blue Flag

Do you ever get a tune stuck in your head? I've had one bouncing around the empty caverns of mine all week. The Bonnie Blue Flag.

You probably don't know it. I'd never heard it until a couple of weeks ago. When we visited Gettysburg.

Kids. You have to pretend to educate them. Even when you're on holiday. Gettysburg seemed a good one. What could be more educational? (Lessons by a qualified teacher, I know. They'd be more educational. I was going to say a term an university, but remembered my student days.)

And I fancied going myself.

On the journey from Washington, the kids got to see some proper countryside. Not just the fractured factories and hapless houses that line the railway. Fields of corn and hills of green. Didn't want them thinking the USA was one huge junk pile. Which is a natural enough assumption, if you've travelled through New Jersey by train.

The battlefield was as fun as a battlefield can ever be.

We had a guide in our car. Who showed us around and told us what happened where. He was very good. Alexei asked him lots of hard questions. (The sort he usually aims at me.) The guide fielded the lot without ever once swearing. Which is far better than I manage.

The guide guided us around the battlefield in the order of events. I spotted the brewpub as we swung through town.

"What about that brewpub in town?" I suggested as we pulled out of the car park

Jamie and Paul* were well ahead of me. "There's a better one in Frederick."

Frederick. Who wouldn't want to go to somewhere with just a first name?

On the way, Jamie put on a CD she'd bought in the museum shop. Of rebel songs. Many tunes were familiar. Hadn't I heard that in The Regent? (Before the bus drove into the bar.) Very catchy. But disturbing ethically.

It was nice. The brewpub in Frederick. Cask-conditioned Stout. Very nice. Type of thing I used to dream about. And a cake for Andrew's birthday (almost).

After blackmail, a bribe and some physical intimidation, Alexei and Andrew had their films ready on Sunday. For the holiday in the USA competition. Just like the Oscars, this competition has many categories. (If you have kids, you'll know why.) Andrew won the Music category hands down**. With photos accompanied by music.


He picked one of the songs he heard on the ride to Frederick. The Bonnie Blue Flag. A good choice, artistically.

But not for me. I can't get the bloody thing out of my head.


* our very generous hosts in Washington
** Alexei won the categories Craziness and Making Dad Look Good even more easily



Brewer's Alley Restaurant & Brewery
124 North Market Street
Frederick, MD 21701
Tel: 301-631-0089
Fax: 301-631-1874
http://www.brewers-alley.com/

Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Bayreuth to Munich

Some effing café 11:00

Mike's tapeworm is active again and he's dragged me into an effing café close to the station. I'm waiting for the Weihenstephaner pub over the road to open.  Mike wanted to drag me all the way back to the main square to save 1 euro on a sausage. It's tipping it down. Luckily, he's seen sense.

Just 30 minutes to wait. At least they sell coffee with stiffeners here. Pharisäer, I've had. The rum in it has taken some of the chill out of my bones. Some of the chill from the death walk uphill through the rain.

Mike has organised all of the trip. That's why I need the eye-opener. Today and every other day. Let's face it, if I didn't need to concentrate for my work, I'd have one every morning.




Restaurant Weihenstephaner 11:45

Finally. We're in a pub. A kitschy Bavarian type place, but it's a proper pub. Selling Weihenstephaner beer. You probably could have guessed that from the name. We're just about leaning on the door when they open. We're the first customers. I don't care. I hate people. Especially in groups of more than one. Shit. There are two of us.

As it's lunchtime and I don't have a tapeworm I just order a Bauernteller. Perfect for picking. Here's a confession: I don't much care for big meals when beer is the primary object. Just fills up valuable beer space in the stomach. Especially dumplings or spuds. Whereas a Bauernteller is just grown-up nibbles. The meaty meatiness of it combines perfectly with a Helles. Or a Dunkles. Or anything else German and beery you can think of. I order a Dunkles. I still can't help but think of it as Dark Mild.

Weihenstephaner Tradition Dunkles: Nutty. Not clack, just nutty.

The Bauernteller is very nice. Especially as I don't rush it. I've budgeted, stomach-wise, for a minimum of 4 half litres of this delicious brown stuff. And I hate missing targets. Must come from my days in management.

Brill! They have proper aged schnapps. I've never seen that before. Not in Germany. They're between 3 and 8 tears old. I'm so impressed, I take a photo:


The waitress isn't too happy. Doesn't like me photographing the menu. Until I explain why. Then she just looks at me in pity. I much prefer being the object of pity rather than anger.

When we leave the streets are deserted. Germany's game has just started. Eerily quiet. That's how I'd describe it.


I would be pissed off. But I've a bellyful of Bauernteller and Dunkles. And I've already stocked up with impulse Schnapps for the train.




Restaurant Weihenstephan
Bahnhofstraße 5,
95444 Bayreuth.
Tel: 0921 - 82288
Fax: 0921 - 853425