The sights and sounds of Vietnam’s capital sometimes sit in the shadow of its Southern cousin, Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City), and when it comes to craft beer that stands true too. Hanoi’s spectacular, relentless café and coffee culture is simply so ingrained that any boutique establishments are based around the beans, but that hasn’t stopped a handful of small […]
“Craft” beer in Berlin is a little ironic (well, isn’t everything?) given that bottles of German Lagerbier from any corner shop are delicious, with plentiful choice and at half the price of something more “indie”. You want Kellerbier, Helles, Dunkel? It’s all there, in those slightly oversized glass bottles in all shapes and sizes, staring out of the fridges like […]
It’s hop harvest season and anyone within a ten mile radius of a hop farm will be able to smell it. For the rest of us, which, let’s face it, is most of us, it’s up to our imaginations, aided by sticking our noses into a freshly poured pale ale. Earlier this summer, however, I found myself in Seattle on […]
“You wouldn’t believe the number of tourists who stick to the bars in sight of their cruise ship. We get barely a trickle up the hill, so we started this shuttle”. Matt, of Alaskan Brewing, stroked his predictably long beard. “I love bringing people up on it, though. Means I can play tour guide a bit too. Did you know […]
While almost every brewery in London does have outdoor space, these are breweries with a slightly more curated “beer garden” feel as opposed to being in a car park, regardless of how amazing the beer might be (Pressure Drop, we’re looking at you).
Not gonna lie, before doing this we thought Deptford was in Surrey or somewhere. Now we’re really glad it’s not.
A question as old as the city itself. The answer, weirdly enough, is the same as it would have been 400 years ago: Sort Of, But You Have To Be Careful.
While many pubs boast leafy refuge from the stifling heat, here are some top brewery beer gardens around London in order to help you weather the…weather.
Oh Dalston. It’s loved, it’s hated. The Dalston drag from Junction station running north for half a mile has undergone transformations befitting a participant on Queer Eye. Stoke Newington, about 10 minutes north on foot, is the bourgeois bohemian paradise that has passers-by stopping outside every Estate Agent, looking longingly at the listings as if they could afford one.
Yep, turns out there’s two of ’em. Indeed, the two Portlands perfectly typify the raging debate that has decimated US craft beer nerd-istry for the best part of a decade: Which IPA is better, East Coast or West Coast?