Up the Kriek

 Sorry, that was an unnecessary pun.

My first try of a fruit beer was in the Brown Jug off license around the corner from my house in Bedminster.

We popped in on a Friday evening to get our usual 4-pint takeout (plastic) flagon of whatever beautiful cask Phil had on.  We were regulars so a catch up and a bit of beer-chat was usually involved.

"Try this", said Phil as he unwrapped a bottle from its blue paper wrapper.  It was a raspberry beer.

I tried it.

Bleargh!  I absolutely hated it - but I can't honestly remember precisely what made me hate it.

I seem to remember muttering something about "I like my beer to taste of beer..."

I didn't try a fruited beer again until 2010 when the BBB suggested we go to Brussels for the weekend.

À la Mort Subite is a bar which is widely known, and I guess something of a tourist trap.  Nevertheless, I totally adored the place.

We arrived and the place looked completely full.  We shuffled into the bar slightly nervously to see where we should sit.  We were brusquely waved over by a member of staff who pointed to a two-person table.  We sat close to the bar - I was facing the serving area.

There's a beer menu and we given a short time to peruse but a serving person arrived at the table very quickly so there's a bit of pressure not to hold up proceedings - this bar seems to thrive on efficiency.

Somehow or other, I ordered a draught Morte Subite Kriek - I could see the pump in the serving area in front of me.  I can't even remember why I chose it - probably the pressure.

I absolutely loved it.  To me it tasted strongly of cherry but with next to no sweetness to make it cloying.  I've never had the same reaction to a fruit beer since.  It's best we gloss over the kiwi flavoured Floris that came later in the trip.

At Cantillon, after your self-guided tour (or, at least it was then) with a paper pamphlet in the language of your choice where you are urged not to touch to the spider webs near the coolship, you get a few glass tasters of the various beers.  I must have had a kriek, but I found the gueze flavour rather overwhelmed the fruit character.

In À la Becasse  you bought your beer in a small jugs to share and a mixture was a legitimate choice - kriek forming a part of the mix - I remember really liking it.  

 So Brussels left me feeling a bit Goldilocks about kriek. 

The framboise I had in the Barley Mow has stuck with me, though.  So every now and again I've been dabbling to see if I can replicate that first Morte Subite Kriek.

Last week in Wolf on the Corner I had a 3.8% Lindemans Kriek which had lovely depth and body, with a fantastic cherry hit but was very, very sweet.

When I saw that our online grocer had Bacchus Kriek at a good price, I thought it was too good a chance to miss.  At something like 5.6% I expected it to have some heft, but it didn't really.  The cherry tasted like an artificial flavouring and I got a lingering unpleasant aftertaste resembling Aspartame (I don't believe anything artificial was actually in the beer, it just tasted that way) and I felt cheated like when San Pellegrino started putting artificial sweeteners in their grapefruit pop.

I do know we still have a can of Burning Sky Framboise et Cerise in the fridge and that was definitely the closest to my memory of the character of Morte Subite.

So my quest continues. 

It's not a full time quest.  To be honest it's more of a half-arsed vague notion...but quest sounds so much more noble... 

 

Saturday in the Crown

Part of the reason we felt our Eastbourne house would be suitable for us is that it's a 12 - 15minute walk from The Crown.

Other places we looked at didn't have pub-proximity and we rejected them, in part, because of that.

We already knew The Lamb (Harveys) which is about the same distance but we decided, the day we viewed the house on a miserable November and thought it would do (that's all we really wanted in a house at the time),  that we should at least check The Crown out to see what alternatives there were if we decided to move there.

It has to be said, it looked a little bit "locals pub" with smokers hanging around outside the door (they still do that a bit) and in the right hand room as you go in, the facilities felt a bit basic (the loos still are basic, though clean).

We can't remember what cask beers were on the bar but we remember we ordered Harveys and it was served on gravity from the "cellar" (cool room next to the bar).  This wowed us both, especially as it was super-fresh and cool, which is not always a given for Harveys in town.

There was quite a long delay until we actually bought the place (for...reasons)  but we revisited it only once we'd completed the purchase some 8 months later.  We went back to The Crown and were ecstatic to find that Dark Star Hophead was now a regular beer and was served on gravity (Harveys had been put on handpump).

We've been drinking there ever since - some 13 years.  Same landlord, we've seen his son and friends grow up from primary school kids to working behind the bar and the beer is still the best/most interesting cask offering anywhere in Eastbourne.

We've been back around 6 days and hadn't yet visited but had learned that they had Thornbridge Ravenna on. Once we'd completed a couple of strenuous garden tasks, we walked down.

Saying hi to a few regulars, catching up with the bar staff, watching sport on the TV - it's just as relaxed an experience as going to the Barley Mow.  Beer of the same high quality, though sadly not the same range.

We were home. 

 

Pub is a collaborative thing

 We were going to go to Unwins so that we could try a game they have (Arboretum).  Sadly, we arrived to find it closed.

 Because rain threatened, we went to the BM instead.  It was about 5pm when we arrived and, what appeared to be a bunch of teachers had taken up residence in the Best Corner.  No matter.

A slight misjudgement by the chap on the bar led to one of our pints very nearly hitting the deck, but for the reflexes of the BBB catching it (left-handed, he wanted to make clear) as it tipped off the bar.

It spilled about a quarter of the beer on the BBB's jumper and the floor. "Oh my god!  I'm so sorry" said the lad and, indeed, he did appear mortified.

I grabbed some roll wipe I could see on the bar to mop the BBB down and the lad returned with a full roll. He apologised another 12 or 13 times, and topped the beer up.  We assured him that no harm was done and that it could happen to anyone, etc, etc.

We genuinely felt it too.

We enjoyed our first pints and nattered about nothing much.

The group on the adjacent table were a bit noisy and the BBBs ears are playing up at the moment but he didn't let the noise bother him.

People came and went and the pub was still pretty busy at 6pm.

A slightly awkward looking couple came in and looked a bit horrified at the busyness of the place. They looked at the other half of the table we were sitting at...and tentatively started to ask if they could sit.  We waved them in.

After a while the teachers left and so the couple jumped ship to the corner.  He returned to reassure us it wasn't us that they were moving from - but rather the noisier other table.  We smiled, as you do.

When he went to get another drink he came over again - "is there an event or something?, it's really busy".  Turns out they'd just moved in locally and were sussing out the area.  I got the distinct feeling that he wasn't that comfortable and was, somehow, disappointed in the Barley Mow - it was the slightly non favourable comparison with the Old Fishmarket, I think.  He said that his wife really liked ESB so the BBB urged him to try the ESB-like beer on the bar.

We felt the need to go into bat to promote all the lovely local places, but when all's said and done, these folk will find places that suit their needs and, like as not, their needs won't be the same as ours.

I mused on the fact that the day we arrived for this trip I was totally a recipient of the BM's care and, for want of a better word, support.

Today, now I'm a little bit less stressed I hope what we did was gave a little bit back.