Farson’s Simonds Cisk, Brewers of Malta

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One brewer has absolutely monopolised the islands of Malta; Farsons Simons Cisk, who are part of the larger Farsons group and the only commercial brewer on the island. I’ve got a bit of a thing about monopolies, but I like Farsons products, so I decided I would do the tour of their Mriehel brewery. Unfortunately, whilst I was over there tours had been suspended due to a major overhaul in some production areas. Undeterred, I emailed them, and they were kind enough to properly roll the red carpet out and provide a bespoke guided tour. I thank them for that, I really enjoyed it, and it also changed my, possibly warped, outlook on big corporations.

The Zona industriali, Mriehel is not really a place you’d visit as a tourist, apart from the brewery, the only thing you might want to see is the fantastic seventeenth century Wignacourt aqueduct which runs straight past the brewery on it’s way from the springs in the west of the island to Valetta, a sort of 1600ish engineering masterpiece.

Because of my uncertainty around the bus routes/times, we got there thirty five minutes early, so we had a walk round to kill a bit of time. Now, if I said the brewery was large then I might be underestimating things. It took us a full thirty minutes to go-a-ganging and beat the bounds of the site.

We met our guide at the main gate, Isabelle, a lovely lady who had worked for Farsons for most of her working life. As she showed us round the site it was apparent she knew everyone, and everyone knew her, all part of one big happy family. It was also obvious that she was genuinely very proud of the organisation and the part she had played.

The most impressive thing about the site is the (now) old brewery and brewery buildings. A sort of impressive colonial cum art deco design that looked like it had resulted from a collision between some twentieth century government buildings and an Odeon cinema. Everything about it proclaimed power and esteem and a sense of history. You could even see the old coppers through the dusty windows. Eventually the old brewery will be turned into a museum and business centre, planned to open in 2021.

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In terms of history, the company began in 1929 when the already wealthy Farrugia family merged their, mostly non brewing, operations with brewers Simonds. Without regaling a lengthy history; following the Beer Riots of 1919. Yes beer riots, due to price increases! Makes you think doesn’t it? Anyway Farrugia’s flour mills got burnt down so they diversified into other things. One of these was supplying industrial gases and so impressed with the quantities of CO2 that Simonds were buying they thought they’d have a go at brewing themselves! In April 1928, Farrugia launched their first beer at the Feast of St George in Qormi. Farson’s pale ale was named after the original Farson street, Hamrun based brewery, and is essentially the same Hopleaf beer they still make today.

I touched on the British influence on the island in my narrative about British style pubs and clearly the taste in beers was dictated by the British garrisonisation of the island. Indeed Simonds were a Reading, England brewer who gained a foothold through importing British ales for the servicemen stationed on the island.

At roughly the same time, 1929 actually, a guy called Scicluna started to brew a Lager beer which would turn out to become Malta’s iconic national brew, Cisk . Giuseppe Scicluna was a banker who introduced the concept of the cheque to Malta, the islanders soon corrupted this English word to Cisk, and Scicluna became known as ‘The Cisk’. I guess when he started The Malta Export brewery, his beer was never going to get called anything else. In 1948 they merged with Farsons Simonds and the rest, as they say, is history.

The brewery moved to it’s current location in 1951 and was actually designed by founding chairman Lewis Farrugia. He obviously had a long game strategy as he bought a lot more land than he initially required. For what is essentially a factory he did a pretty decent job of producing an effective working space that screams grandeur and importance at the same time. There’s even a state of Neptune outside the grand entrance, a nod to the classical figure which featured on the bottle labels of their first pale ale, and a device which still features prominently on many of their products. Once inside the brewery you feel more like you’re in a big hotel. There’s a real sense of history, little things like the original brewery clock and the now redundant punch clock hang on the walls with other memorabillia, including a rare Simonds of Reading pub mirror. I’d never been in a brewery with a 3/4 life sized image of Christ blessing the workers and the brewing process. Along a cloistered walkway, there are two apartments for the brewers, who were initially aliens, and their families.

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The stately home feel is heightened once you enter the boardroom. I couldn’t put my finger on the style, Georgian style fan lit doors meet southern Europe, with more than a hint of art deco. If you just think Grand, then you won’t go far wrong. Portraits of the founders and chairmen, sons of sons of chairmen and the like, adorn the walls around a mahogany table. There’s some very large old copper beer flagons on an ancient sideboard and wherever you go all you can see is this massive, magnificent tapestry; The Banquet of Alexander by Urban Leyuiers. It was made sometime between 1730 & 1740 and is one of eight, the other seven now hanging in museums in Germany. I think it’s testimony to the sort of heritage the Farrugia’s wanted to associate themselves with, for a lot of modern uber rich these days it would be a monstrous yacht. Maybe they’ve got one? There’s nothing wrong with being rich, but somehow I don’t think they will, actually.

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I asked whether the board room was still used? Isabelle said that apart from award ceremonies and parties for retiring employees, it is seldom used. I think that’s a nice touch myself.

Photos weren’t allowed in any production areas, although there are some on the company web site. The €12 million state of the art brewhouse, opened in 2012, looked more like something from NASA, a gentle hum and two guys sitting in a control room was as exciting as it got. The statistics are a little more spectacular; using the mash tun, lautering vessel, wort kettle and whirlpool sequentially, with a two hour start up and a total brew time of 8 hours, they can output six 200 hectolitre brews per day. Each brew is equivalent to 70,000 bottles and six brews go into one of the thirty giant fermenters/conditioners. One and a half weeks fermenting, two weeks maturing, then through a sand filter and into bright beer tanks before the bottling/canning/kegging process.

They were brewing Carlsberg Lager when we dropped by. That may be surprising, but Farsons have really got the brewing industry on the island sewn up. As well as the nations favourite drink and the old timers, they own more other brands than you can imagine, importing or brewing under licence; Carlsberg, Skol, John Smiths, Guiness, Bud, Wychwood, Hoegarden, Leffe, Strongbow, S & N. I could go on, they even make Coca Cola and the islands signature soft drink Kinnie, which they invented in 1952. Suffice to say, if you go into any bar in Malta or Gozo, you can be guaranteed nearly everything on sale will have been sourced or made by Farsons’s. Lowenbrau had a go at brewing on the island a few years back but they didn’t last long, so tight is the Farson’s stranglehold on the market. The Times of Malta tells me Lowenbrau operated from 1992, using solely Maltese workers, until 2012 when the brewery was turned into a supermarket.

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The latest investment is the impressive €27million bottling and canning plant. On three separate production lines they can fill bottles, cans, or PET containers. I never realised that PET bottles start off as hard, almost solid, vestigial miniatures of bottles, before getting blown up, into what is the end product, on the production line. The bottling plant had quite a mesmeric effect with the bottles of Cisk clinking around, and it was only the promise of some free beer that got me out.

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The only beer they didn’t have in the company bar was the one I’d been searching for all week, Cisk Strong (9%). There isn’t much about because it’s specifically made for the Italian export market. Have to go to Italy next then! They had all the other Cisk variants, Excel – low carb (4.2%) , Pilsner (5.5%), Export (5%), Lemon and Berry (4%). If I’m honest, none are as good as the original (4.2%), a nice cold beer for a hot climate in a beautiful country, they recommend all the Lager beers are kept at between 4 – 7 0 C.

That’s not the case with the top fermented ales which are recommended to be kept at 12 – 14 0 C, although you’ll see them sitting alongside the Lager bottles in most outlets. I tried a Double Red (6.8%) a strong ale and it was nice; deep amber and not quite red in colour, malty, fruity, nearly fruit cake fruity, it’s one of three recently launched, along with a proper English style IPA (5.7%) and the re-branded Blue Label (4.7%). The latter is causing some concern amongst the older Maltese drinkers who like a few on Sunday mornings, effectively their Sunday lunch session. Previously this, slightly darker, softer and maltier than Hopleaf, ale was only 3.3% and ideal for session drinking, and they prefer it to the stronger version. Lacto milk stout (3.8%) completes the line up, and Isabelle told me it was making a bit of a comeback, although Cisk had dominated the market since the 1970’s (incidentally, around when the British service personnel started to leave) the more traditional beers were certainly becoming more popular.

 

 

The Lyme Regis Brewery

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Glasses of fine ale, blue sky, warm sun, sitting in a cobbled courtyard outside a brewery …  doesn’t get much better does it?

The Pearl of Dorset is a lovely little place, famed for fossils, scenery, seaside holidays and The French Lieutenants Woman. More importantly, it’s the home of The Lyme Regis Brewery, and I’d heard, now boasts Cellar 59, a  bar showcasing local newcomers Gyle 59 brewery, making it a must visit destination for beer lovers in the area. So one sunny morning we set off on the Jurassic Coastliner X51 from Bridport, the drivers announcement of the price of a return ticket prompting a chorus of the Yorkshire war cry!

The Lyme Regis Brewery is located in Town Mill, which some may recognise, as prior to 2015 it was also the name of the brewery. It’s worth a visit just for the historic mill, and the pretty setting. Interestingly the mill has it’s own hydroelectric generator and you can walk along the goit from it’s juncture with the Lymm right to where it disappears into the turbine. You can also pay and go for a toby inside to see the original workings, which are still in operation and regularly used. The impressive thing for me is it’s all self sustaining, and they actually sell power back to the national grid. What price a self sustaining hydro electric brewery? I bet there is one … somewhere? As well as the brewery and mill there are a few crafty type shops, including a working pottery, and a tea room to keep partners and family happy while you have a pint.

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The micro brewery has been going since 2010, brewing on a four barrel kit which is on full view to the public. In fact everything is on full view as the brewery, tap, and shop are almost sat on top of each other in the small building. They’re open every day from 10 till 5, except for January and February, for the sale of bottles, cider, and draught ales. The winter hibernation is probably a good thing as there is no inside seating, and the ale has to be enjoyed at one of several tables and benches in the yard outside. If I’m honest, although I’ve spent some pleasant afternoons sat outside in the summer, I don’t think I would fancy sitting outside with a pint once it starts to get parky.

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They used to sell the ale in jugs and provide the glasses, it’s now dispensed in pints, halves or third taster flights. There’s five beers in regular production and when I visited there were two of these, and a seasonal special on the bar; Summer Breeze, Lyme Gold and Revenge. All the beers are drawn through a beer engine without a sparkler, they appeared to be traditionally fined ales, of the highest clarity, and in excellent form, prices were reasonable for the area.

Summer Breeze (I didn’t get the ABV, it tasted 3.6 – 3.8%) a, not particularly originally named, summer beer, was pale gold, dry and citrus hoppy. It felt just a bit thinner in the mouth than Lyme Gold (4.2%), one of the staple brews which I thought was much better; a fleeting honey sweetness at first, followed by smooth citrus notes and then a dryness at the end with almost sour hints.

I liked the Lyme Gold, but my out and out favourite was Revenge. Billed as a strong IPA (5.3%), it was firmly in the category of English IPA, although it is hopped with Cascade as well as Fuggles hops. Pale in appearance, hoppy and bitter with a nice crisp bite. I could have sat and drank this one until I fell off the bench! I reckon this ale would have suited traditionalists, as well as those with a more progressive taste looking for a ‘big C’ hop kick.

The other regulars are; Cobb, a 3.9% Bitter, Town Mill Best, a stronger (4.5%) Best Bitter and Black Venn, a very dark (5%) Porter. I’ve drank all of them in the past, the stand out for me being Black Venn, named after a local cliff renowned for being rich in fossils, and coincidentally an ammonite is the brewery logo.

No, I’m not hinting that these beers are relics. Okay it’s a traditional sounding range of beers, but they’re very good beers, well brewed, balanced, clean tasting, and several including noticeable additions of Cascade hops. Overall I reckon these are very good ales, brewed with just enough modernity to make a difference, without breaking the traditional mould.

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Anyone looking for The Lyme Regis Brewery ales on the bar in a pub should concentrate on the Dorset area, as 80% of current distribution is within a 2o mile radius of the brewery. I’m informed, they have recently managed to get as far as Bristol, and I recall them being in one of the Weymouth Wetherspoon’s when the Olympic sailing was on. It’s worth pointing out that although a lot of supermarkets are selling huge quantities of bottled real ale, which aren’t real ales. You can buy from The Lyme Regis Brewery with confidence as all their bottled beers are bottle conditioned, something we seem to be seeing less of in mainstream outlets.

Verdict: Excellent traditional beers served in a delightful setting. Wrap up when there’s an ‘r’ in the month. Enough alternative attractions on site to keep non-drinkers happy for a good hour or so.

 

Bradford Brewery Tap

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Bradford Brewery Tap, is one of the newer venues in the city, apparently. Only a short walk from North Parade, it’s housed in quite a sombre, almost severe looking building that is totally the opposite of some of Bradford’s finer structures.

Inside it wasn’t sombre at all, owing to a very lively Spanish Fiesta going on, the presence of which begets a further visit to ascertain the normal feel of the place. I will however continue to describe the shenanigans going on, both inside and outside the venue.

The very friendly bar staff explained that a good few of the regulars are Spanish people living in BD, who had just returned from the Pamplona festival and were now having a Pamplona after party in Bradford Brewery Tap. Hence, nearly 90% of the over 100 customers were dressed in white shirt and kecks, resplendent with red neckerchief and sash. It took little more than five minutes before all six of us were also similarly decked out. If anyone was unsure of the exact location of Pamplona, then the numerous berets and moustaches were a big giveaway regarding the Basque roots of this fantastic celebration.

I was fairly sure that the ‘Bull run’ from the pub down onto North Parade and a pub crawl thereafter, didn’t include a real bull, especially after seeing the poor bullfighter gored last week on TV. Thankfully, following the firing of a maroon, it transpired the bulls were really four guys with a novelty horns and red paint plastered all over their hands to mark any kills. It really did put a different perspective on the old enemy, aka Bradford’s Championship Rugby League team. I sincerely hope they get back to the Super League next season, a place they genuinely deserve to be (I hope we will stay in it too!).

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Inside the pub there are two rooms, one with the bar in and another where you can actually see the brewery through a glass screen. Toilets were up some very steep, almost dauntingly steep, stairs, but were of good quality. There was some striking and humorous art work going on but I didn’t see much evidence of The Pieminister connection the website mentions, probably because of the fiesta going on and much Spanish food and BBQ preparations on the go. Surprisingly, there seems to be little evidence of Bradford Brewery Tap on The Pieminister web site neither, so I am a little perplexed here.

I hadn’t tried any Bradford Brewery ale before and three of the eight hand pumps had their brews on. Rock against Racism (4%) was a nice dark amber colour but disappointingly the head started to split and cake on me. I’m going to put this down to glass contamination or something because the beer tasted nice and was otherwise on top form. Hockney Pale (3.6%) was an entirely different drink and got top marks in all categories. If I’m honest, I preferred the similarly styled Great Heck Brewery Mercy (4%), entirely on taste and flavour. The star of the show turned out to be Bradford Brewery Wit Rose (5%), billed as a hazy summer wheat beer that was tasty without being too intense and I could have gladly supped it all day, even at 5%.

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To be fair, our expedition of Bradford stalled a bit here, owing mainly to the Basque thing going on and everyone just enjoying themselves in the sunshine. I would like to come back to Bradford Brewery Tap another time to gauge the atmosphere on a non Spanish day and have a chat with the staff about their raison d’être, when it’s quieter.

Verdict – Looking behind the excellent fiesta atmosphere, I think this is a really good ale house that requires further evaluation. Sadly as the posters said – the fiesta is for one day only!

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Why Save The Roscoe Head?

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Sat in the little room at the back of the pub, she asked me why I’d called in? I said I was a bit sceptical and I’d come to see for myself what all the fuss was about?

She asked straight back what I thought, so over the best part of the next hour, I told her.

I just took to Carol Ross as soon as I met her. She’s confident, distinguished and a very passionate lady where her pub is concerned, at all times remaining pleasant and polite, despite this woolly back asking stupid questions.

Carol told me all about the pub and it’s plight, which is well documented elsewhere; one of the famous five included in every GBG, family run for over thirty years, now owned by what are effectively property developers who are currently enveloping the boozer on three sides with an apartment block.

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Yeah, the beer was excellent, a big selection for a little pub, well kept, well presented, local bias, top marks here. I expect decent beer, in every pub I go into, but you don’t always get it. The beer isn’t everything though, I could take over any pub and put on a good selection of well kept beer. Having said that, I could also go into The Roscoe Head and implement a regime of laisse faire cellar management and be dispensing undrinkable beer within a couple of weeks. For me it’s not the transient beer side of things that need saving, it’s far more complex than that.

Lets start with the people: Saint Theresa of The Roscoe didn’t know I was going to write this when she first started chatting with myself and Mrs C. We just got that lovely down to earth discourse I remember from the Liverpool of thirty years ago. I was always told to say hello and to chat to people and it should be second nature for everyone. Sadly this isn’t always the case. If you could bottle Theresa and the other girl, sorry I thought I’d written your name down pet but I can’t find it; you told us you were originally from Scotland. Anyway, if you could sprinkle what these ladies have behind every bar in the country then the world would be a much better place. I think that’s what a lot of pubs need, a sprinkling of Roscoe Head magic.

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It was obvious that Carol and I had a lot in common, things like Brasso, furniture polish and other cleaning sundries. It’s not so much that you can see the place is clean, more you feel it, inhale it. Not just on the surface neither, it’s got that lustrous patina that can only be built up over years.

I was surprised that Newriver refuse to sell the freehold. I hope they change their minds and I’ll do anything I can to help them, because a heritage like this is something that can’t be bought or planned for, it just sort of happens and when it does it’s really good and deserves to be cherished. Okay, it might not last for ever, but we need to encourage it to last as long as it can.

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If you haven’t been to The Roscoe Head then here’s a bit of descriptive for you; It’s a quaint little place with four rooms, the main bar and three small side rooms, each one slightly different, if you got forty people in at once then you’d hardly be able to move. Lots of wood and memorabilia and more CAMRA awards than most people will ever see assembled in one pub. Six cask ales and on two visits I tried thirds of six different ones, all very good beers all in cracking condition: Roosters Calypso (3.9%), Empire Brewing Jonah (4.3%), George Wright Brewery Steve’s Brave New Beer (4.7%), Rock The Boat brewery Dock of the Bay – Otis Redding’s fave beer according to one local wit, Weetwood Cheshire Cat (4%) and Barghest Oatmeal Stout (4.5%). I passed on the Timmy Taylors and The Tetley Walker.

The outstanding feature for me, amongst the chequer tiled floor, the bar staff, the friendly punters, the cosiness, was the fact that it’s a boozer that’s not been tampered with. No trendy designers have produced this. No uniform Pubco design catalogue fittings here. No, it’s all real, it’s naturally evolved into what it is and no one can produce this, it’s unique. Yeah, they can try, but they’ll never succeed and that’s why it’s so important to keep places like this going.

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I know I’ve been sceptical for a while around ACV’s. Yes, they have a place, but before you go to that place there has to be consultation, with everyone involved, especially the owners or whoever is running the pub and I mean hard working independent publicans here, not the big Pubco’s. I’m not worried about an ACV here though, it’s deserved and needed, even though in the end it might prove to be a bit toothless and indicate something more efficacious is required?

I sincerely hope that at sometime in the future Carol eventually takes over the freehold of this wonderful little pub, for everyone’s sake. In the meantime I wish the campaign to ‘Save the Roscoe Head’ my very best.

 

Liverpool CAMRA beer festival review

Liverpool CAMRAThe decision to have a few days in Liverpool was a last minute one so I hadn’t really done much research and simply ripped out the two page ‘Liverpool pub feature’ from January’s edition of What’s Brewing and that was about it. I never realised the Liverpool and Districts CAMRA beer festival was on, starting the day we arrived which probably explains why a lot of the pubs we visited during the afternoon were bit quiet?

Having discovered it, we couldn’t really pass up on it could we? Certainly not when it came with the kind offer of a couple of complimentary tickets for the Friday evening session. Now I’m pretty glad this opportunity presented itself because I reckon I would have baulked at nine quid each to get in, the discovery of this fact prompting a chorus of the old Yorkshire war cry: “How much?”

Now if you come to our Leeds CAMRA beer festival, 17th – 19th March, the dearest session is only a fiver, which I think is about right. Having walked through Liverpool city centre first and seen the litter of doe eyed Hens and hartless Stags, I can sort of see the reason for the selective pricing and the advance ticket only policy though.

We didn’t get off to a good start because we walked up Mount Pleasant towards the Metropolitan Cathedral, which was a mistake as the entrance to the crypt is on Brownlow Hill and we had to do a full circular tour of Gibberds iconic structure to reach it!

Now if any Liverpudlians are reading this (and the associated articles) and thinking he’s a right gob shite this bloke, I am now going to do a full about turn and eat some of my words.

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Until about 1900hrs on Friday 19th February 2016 I never knew the Cathedral of Christ The King had a crypt, even though I had visited many times in the past. Had I known, I would have gladly paid nine quid to repeatedly visit Edwin Lutyen’s vaults. By rights, a beer festival should, if held in a church, be in the narthex, but sadly the grand design of (potentially) England’s greatest architect was, for various reasons, never completed, so we will have to be content with the under croft. For most of the night I walked round, head up, wide eyed, mouth agog in this barrel vaulted, modern day bricklayers night mare. What a place. What a place for a beer festival!

Nine quid got you a wrist band, a programme and a half pint commemorative glass. Staying with the financial aspect, all the beers were priced on ABV; £1 under 3.9%, £1.50 up to 7% and £2 above that. I thought that was very reasonable, effectively two quid a pint for the less strong beers. The glasses were quite natty, with a splash of colour, obviously no Evertonians on the glass designing committee? Sadly, I caressed and cradled mine all the way back to the other side of Dale Street after the festival, only to drop it onto the bedroom floor and smash it! Thankfully Mrs C was a bit more careful with hers.

I didn’t count all the beers, but there were lots of them in a sort of Merseyside version of alphabetical order, the posters said 200+, the programme a shade under, plus a few ‘no shows’. First thoughts; too many local and North West breweries and traditional styles. Second thoughts: some of these local ones aren’t half bad. Third thought; I remember reading an article in Original Gravity Magazine (#7) by Adrian Tierney-Jones saying that British regional styles were dying out. Conclusion: They’ve got this bang on, you know nothing Richard Coldwell.

Liverpool CAMRA barman

I was surprised to only see twelve hand pumps which were reserved for those brewers that sponsored the bar. There was no cooling system neither, I guess a crypt is no more than a giant cellar though and everything I drank was spot on temperature wise. I didn’t get chance to talk to any of the organisers so I don’t know whether the absence of any key keg ales was a deliberate stance? Feedback from the recent Manchester beer fest was they went a bomb and there will be over a dozen at  Leeds CAMRA beer festivalMy standout beers from the locals were Unhinged Amber (7.4%) by Mad Hatter Brewing Co. which sort of tipped it’s hat to Magic Rock’s Cannonball. Similarly Tectonic (6.2%) by Peerless Brewery winked at Flying Dog IPA. Both were excellent beers in their own right though and I reckon both would have been better dispensed from a keg? Mrs C discovered a really nice, and very fresh beer, you know, the one you only get at a beer festival or in the brewery, which was Gower Brewery Gower Gold (4.5%) and this Welsh brewers golden ale was the best beer I tasted that evening, despite it not being a ‘go to’ style for me. Encouraged by this I also tried their Gower Power (5.5%) a traditional IPA style brew, which was also very good, but only ranked 4 stars to Gower Gold’s five.

If you wanted something to eat there was plenty of choice; roast pulled meats, pies of various denominations and cheese platters. The emphasis clearly being on quality products. I didn’t try anything myself but people I spoke with confirmed what my eyes could see.

I would have loved to wander around the crypt at leisure, exploring all the locked doors and roped off corridors, unfortunately festival goers were confined to the Crypt hall housing the bar side of things and the adjacent concert room where there was plenty of seating and a guy called Martin Smith playing some Jazz, a quality trumpeter who sounded even better when the backing trio came together. I enjoyed the set though, it was a good accompaniment to a beer fest.

Liverpool CAMRA jazz band

As beer festivals go this has to be one of the better organised events I have attended, as well as being one of the more aesthetically pleasing locations, it’s also got as wide a range of ales, oh and ciders and perrys, as you will find. I would thoroughly recommend a weekend trip to next years event. Combine it with a tour of the city’s thriving real ale pub culture. A very good beer fest, top marks to Liverpool and Districts CAMRA.

Liverpool revisited and The Baltic Fleet

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People always say it’ll never be the same again. You can’t recreate something that was really good, really special, so you should never go back. I sort of held with that for a while, a good while actually, but after thirty years I decided that the time had come to go back and have another look at Liverpool. It can’t have changed that much can it?

I first landed in the fair city of Liverpool in September 1981 and went hard at it for the next two years. I went in loads of Liverpool pubs, by no means just the student ones neither. Many are just a blur, amongst vague memories of clubs and bands. I remember the big town ones; The Crown, The Central, The Vines. The Grapes on Matthew Street and those down Smithdown Road. A few really stand out in my memory, for various reasons: The Everyman Bistro, Peter Kavanagh’s, The Philharmonic and The Somali club.

Everything looked pretty familiar as we walked out of Lime Street towards the neo-classical splendour of St Georges Hall, the Walker Art Gallery and Wellington a top his column. Roe Street was still busy with buses and women with shopping bags trailing kids and prams.

It wasn’t until we got onto Dale Street that I realised something was wrong. The heart of the business district seemed quiet, a bit like being in town on a Sunday afternoon, you know when Sunday afternoons were Sunday afternoons and not much happened. I looked round to see where everyone had gone as I walked across the empty street without even having to look out for traffic and all I saw were signs saying, ‘To Let. May sell’, above empty offices?

It was a different story at the Pier Head which was busy with tourists and reminded me of a set of Higson’s beer mats depicting notorious fictitious Scousers. Pierre Head being the one that came to mind, a sort of caricature on one side and a pen portrait on the reverse. I can remember some of the others but by no means all of them; Norris Green and Doc Road were two. I wished I’d collected a set now, instead I sat and tore dozens of them up. I must have pissed off loads of bar staff. Sorry, I don’t do it now – no ash trays.

We walked to the Albert Dock, which was somewhere the city burghers would have warned tourists away from when I was eighteen. I’ll be honest and say that the corporate coffee houses and chain restaurants of the development, the state of the art arena and the sort of connecting Liverpool One development aren’t really my scene, so we walked on down the Dock Road and left the half term visitors to their artificial world.

I was heading for the brooding red monolith of the Anglican Cathedral, principally because you can see it, but mostly because that’s where they presented me with my degree in 1985. I hadn’t intended going to The Baltic Fleet and it was still a bit early in the day, but we sort of just fell into it.

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The Baltic Fleet is an island of Victorian pubiness in a sea of redevelopment and the only remnant of anything from the 1800’s within at least 100yds radius. Architecturally it’s a cracker, sort of a poor man’s flat iron building, almost a triangular pub. Inside it’s all a bit bare bricks and floor boards, and empty grey paint. As you walk in the door, having passed two dusty portals that seem no longer used, you enter a large room with the bar in the middle looking out through the windows onto the Dock Road. You can actually walk right around behind the bar through a little snug and into a back room which is served from a hatch.

As you enter there’s a redolence of resinous smoke, unfortunately it was the remnants of previous conflagrations and none of the wood burners were lit that lunch time, which was a pity because even though it was sunny there was that cold clammy breeze blowing up the river. I’d forgot all about the gelidity that climbs up from the Mersey, nithering every part of the town. What I hadn’t forgotten was that Liverpudlian wit and repartee that always guarantees a warm welcome.

Baltic Fleet inside

It wasn’t busy when we called in and I’m only an average punter, but I was disappointed with the welcome, or lack of. The ditzy bar maid, looked like she had just walked off the set of ITV’s Cilla and was reserving conversation solely for the small clique of who were obvious regulars and the bloke who’s doing the brewing. Maybe she just thought we were just a couple of tourists, lost, searching for a spot of reality?

In terms of beer, I had expected a bit more choice. Altogether there were seven hand pumps on the bar, two were ciders, one had the clip turned round, which left us with a choice of four draught real ales. Surprisingly only one from the in house Wapping brewery, any further evidence of it’s existence, beyond the chalk board outside, being sparse to non existent? I’m not sure what the empty pump was, some gadgie was pulling ale through, holding it up, tasting it and throwing it away, it looked like a darker beer but it didn’t come on line while we were in.

Baltic Fleet taps

The sole house beer, Wapping Summer ale (4.2%) was a pleasant easy going golden ale, Liverpool Craft Brewing Toast (4.2%), was a darker amber with, comparatively, just a touch of sharpness at the front end, but pleasant once you got going. Both were fresh and in excellent form though and I’d rather have a small selection of beer in good condition than a broader selection of mediocrity.

I was going to say I went in at the wrong time, the notice board said there were loads of events which would have attracted more than the dozen or so who were in at my visit (including three staff). Having said that, one thing that became noticeable over three days was that not much does happen in Liverpool during the day apart from shopping and people with kids looking at things. Either way, The Baltic Fleet was distinctly lacking in the atmosphere stakes and was either a taxi ride or too far to walk back to from town, so we left it at that.

Arcadia, Headingley

Arcadia signI had intended doing a review on this place almost a year ago. Unfortunately they wouldn’t let us in, something which is still a talking point with our little group of drinkers, average age, 47 years, you can read about it here if you want. Thankfully this policy is not the norm and I am able to call in for a pint quite often in the civilised surroundings of Arcadia, Headingley. It’s not quite a pub, in so far as it is, from memory, a bank, converted in the mid noughties. It’s more than a bar though and it has grown from one of the first wave of real ale bars that sprung up into almost a pub which unfortunately being constructed from said converted shops in the Headingley Arndale centre it can, in my eyes, never become, and anyway it never allowed smoking from the off.

It’s pretty decent though and in ethos follows that of it’s fellow establishments in the Market Town Taverns stable. What it does do, and always has done is break the mould of the other Otley run establishments which is something that Headingey did and still does need. Although there are plenty of students who do go in, it’s so civilised that everyone queues up in a line at the bar, a phenomenon which also occurs at other MTT premises. I don’t like queuing and I’m not particularly happy about crushing free for alls neither, so I’m not sure where I stand on this one?

ArcadiaI’ve never fathomed out why everyone goes upstairs? I prefer the more pubby aspect around the bar counter to that of the, could be sort of anywhere, mezzanine level. I discovered why this happens the other night because it was absolutely freezing and we were sat near the front door which is a bit slow to close, letting in icy breaths of cold air in every time it operates and as the 8.00pm deadline for the Monday evening quiz night got closer it opened more and more frequently until we had to move.
In terms of decor, it is a bit like a converted retail unit with bare board floor, just with a few pictures, a bit of breweriana and a mezzanine floor thrown in. Pleasant, but a touch bland. I’m guessing, but I reckon Arcadia bet BrewDog in the recycled gymnasium floor stakes, which faces one of the downstairs walls, by a good few years? I’ve never seen a lighting feature fashioned from old crates before neither, wacky, but it works.

Arcadia crates

Toilets? Pretty decent, you’d happily go for a number two, but needs a stronger hand dryer in the gents. You know, one of the hoover man’s blade runner extreme G-force skin wobbling ones. Well, everywhere else decent have them now, don’t they?

So, why do you keep going to this recycled retail unit in a dated Seventies shopping centre Rich, I hear you all ask? Well for one the regulars are all pretty cool and there’s a nice atmosphere. Secondly, you are guaranteed a decent glass of beer and I’ve never had a bad one. You can add this as a refrain to all the MTT places I frequent, although I have not by any means been in all of them. Skipton, Northallerton? We don’t go that far on holiday!

Arcadia tap listJoking apart, eight cask ale lines, eight keg lines, including decent lagers, fruit beers and stronger craft style beers – there was a tempting, but too strong for the occasion, Ossett Brass Castle collaboration Rampart (7%) £2.75 per half, at the last visit. The cask ale lines always include O’Kells Bitter, an excellent MTT standard, owing to the fact they’re both owned by parent company Heron and Brearley . In addition there always seems to be a Timmy Taylors and or Black Sheep,  plus an ever changing selection of guest ales. The fact they had Dark Star  Partridge Best Bitter (4%) on gives you an idea of the quality of what they throw at you. Prices vary, but on my last visit Mary Jane  (3.5%) was the cheapest at £3.00 a pint, closely followed by O’Kells at £3.15. Despite the blackboard displaying First COP, First Chop Red was the dearest at £3.60 and after a few trials, I ended up having a few pints of this very tasty rye ale. If you want to sample a bit of everything they do thirds and obligingly offer tasters. Taking all things into account, I think they’re comparatively reasonable price wise and there is a choice to suit all pockets.

Arcadia clipsOverall, best boozer by far in Headingley, even though it isn’t really a pub. In fact, if you like a good selection of real and more modern styles of ale, at a reasonable price in pleasant surroundings and your not bothered that it isn’t a pub, then it’s the best bar between the city centre and the next MTT or North bar offering (there are others), which would be Meanwood then. On the basis of that comment, it is pretty evident that the phenomena which is The British Beer Revolution does not only exist in the centre of the Leeds metropolis and is well and truly established in the suburbs.