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16 Aug 2003
p. We've just got back from ["another beer festival":http://www.rousette.org.uk/mt-static/blog/archives/000008.html] this time in Worcester, held on the race course. Once again, I seized the rare opportunity to taste a number of ciders and perries[1], and had some really fine ones. The problem with cider at a beer festival is that--at 6-7% alcohol by volume --you can't have too many before you feel so mellow that you can only sit in the sun with a daft grin on your face, unable to summon the energy to go back to the bar.
p. Real ale brewers always seem to come up with great names for their brews, which often just seem designed to embarrass the person ordering at the bar. Here are a few of my favourites (with the brewery in parentheses):
p. I ask you--what could be finer than sitting in the sun on a race course, a cool breeze blowing, a brass band playing a James Bond medley and sipping a nice hand-crafted beer or cider?
fn1. The festival guide helpfully provided this description of perry: "Perry is just like cider but every apple is a pear."
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It might be a bit "mainstream" for beer festivals, but my favourite for embarrassing your mate when it's his round is Crouch Vale's Willie Warmer
by Dr Rock @ 16/08/2003 6:08 pm • Permalink •