Tuesday 13 December 2022

It Really Was That Good

It is often said that the best beer you have is not necessarily the best tasting, or the most technically competent, or even a combination of these two and other factors such as place and company - and that is very true. An ordinary beer in extraordinary company, or during a fantastic experience, will be remembered far longer than even a top quality beer, especially if the circumstances of that imbibing were themselves pretty unremarkable. Now this isn't of course a hard and fast rule, being more a rule of thumb, which generally applies. In other words, there are exceptions when the outstanding is remembered in a fairly mundane situation.

Thus, last Thursday, I was out with a pal in Manchester. Our respective lasses were imbibing with the Manchester CAMRA ladies, and we felt it incumbent upon us to provide moral support - albeit from a respectable distance. So we met in the City Arms Manchester, a neat little two-roomed pub in the centre, the pal being a regular there. Seemingly they have the Mankley equivalent of a stammtisch (local's table) there, but it wasn't mentioned by him, who has the entitlement, and I wasn't aware of that fact until much later. We therefore sat at a table of my choosing in the back room, after getting our drinks at the crowded bar. But I digress.

Now the bar was busy with the late lunchtime crowd when we got there, and we couldn't see the pumpclips for the lager drinkers standing at the bar - lager drinkers always do this - and you can't readily see the chalkboard in the back room either - stammtisch under it apparently - so seeing a Thornbridge beer, I went for it. Ruby Mild seemed a good choice. I bought it then, when the barman had a moment, I asked him the strength. "6.5%" quoth he.  Well, there was a reasonably long session ahead, so in for a penny etc. Wow.  What a beer.  This ruby tinted dark mild beer was spicy, mouth filling, luscious, fruity, complex and more. It was just gorgeous. No. It was quite simply stunning. So after singing its praises, and savouring it, I had another and would probably have had more if I hadn't had someone wiser than me with me. 

We left for our next pub with me still getting over how good this was.  On the way we bumped into a certain fellow CAMRA Chairman* and I was effusive in my praise of it. I urged him to deviate from his chosen path to try it. But I have the feeling my sage advice was disregarded as he was on a different mission.  We went on our way to other beers and fine though they were, I was still in thrall to Wilder's Folly.

So now that the moment has passed and I have gained a little perspective, what do I think of it? Am I still starstruck by it?  Yes. Without a doubt, it is the best cask conditioned beer I have had this year.

It was called Wilder's Folly and  is a collaboration between Thornbridge and Double-Barrelled Brewery.  According to Dominic Driscoll, brewer at Thornbridge, it was chock-full of invert sugar.  That presumably helped with both strength and mouthfeel.  You can buy it here, but I somehow doubt if the can will ever reach the peak of cask conditioning that gave me such a great drinking experience, so well done City Arms too.

*It was John Clarke, hot footing it to drink a tap takeover by Kernal at Cafe Beeermoth.  The photo was nicked from @BeerFinderGeneral, who gives it equal praise though was cheeky about CAMRA.  I couldn't get near the bar to photo it.

7 comments:

Cooking Lager said...

Yeh but was it as good as Madri?

John Clarke said...

Damn! I wish I'd changed my plans and gone along now!

Cask Socialist said...

It should be called Red Mild. The international colour of socialism

Professor Pie-Tin said...

I had a similar moment last week.
Since we moved back to Blighty in February and located to a lovely small town near Bath we've been lucky to have a local that has a constant turnover of mostly good cask.
Pride, Bass and Landlord are all regulars plus something new every other week.
Anyhow, the missus and I were just heading back from the weekly shop when on a whim we pulled into Lacock to visit The George Inn which I've had my eye on for a while.
14th century and full of history but more importantly for a non-rough pub it's open all day every day.
It was empty but the landlady was grateful for a breather as 80 German tourists had also pulled into Lacock that day on a whim and most had called in for lunch at the George.
She was also happy to store the two bags of ice we had in our shopping in her freezer.
Anyhow, I digress.
On tap was Wadworth's Old Timer, their winter warmer.
5.8%
One sup and I knew it was a belter.
Two pints later I handed over the car keys to the missus and had a third.
Absolutely gorgeous.Cool, in tip-top condition and full of malty goodness.Easily the most outstanding beer of the year.
For an unexpected hour we enjoyed great beer, chatted away to the landlady in an iconic pub about the wheel by the fire in which in a special breed of dog used to run in to turn the spit to cook the meat in front of the log fire that was lit that day.
It's not often we leave a pub wondering why all pubs can't be like this one but that day we did.
What a find and only two miles from home.
And we left the ice behind so we're heading back this weekend to pick it up.Lady Pie-Tin has kindly agreed to drive again👍

Tandleman said...

Brilliant tale Prof. Seasonal Greetings to you and Lady Pie-Tin.

Professor Pie-Tin said...

And to you and E. Our first Christmas in 20 years when we can have a pint in a pub on Christmas Day.It'll bring back a lot of memories.

Tim said...

You are absolutely right. Sometimes the best experiences come from the circumstances, rather than the beer. On the way home recently I arrived at the bus stop just in time to see the departing bus. Rather than freeze my chestnuts off, I decided to wait in a nearby boozer. On a cold, midweek evening there was only one other customer in. The only beer on offer was Robinsons Trooper which I reluctantly ordered and received a flabby, insipid pint in return.

To pass the time I chatted with the lady sat at the bar and soon we both exchanged our drinks for the mulled wine. And so it was that we ended up blocking the door of the ladies loo with a bin so we could enjoy some festive fun together.

That Trooper may have been far from memorable but I will always cherish its memory.