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Olde English “800”

Old English "800" Malt Liquor

It costs 9.95 Euro (about $13), in case you can’t read it.

This photo was taken in the fancy beer isle of the fancy food store.

I was too chicken to buy it.

The Remaining Beer From June

June 2012 Beer Collage

I have to admit, I can tell my tastes have changed in the past six months. I think some of these may be more “good German pils” style than I was capable of appreciating initially. But anyway, since posting each one individually would take forever and flood the blog with whitespace, this seemed like a good idea. I’ve built a table as a handy reference.

Beer Brand Name Verdict
Kaiser Bräu Grafensteiner Export No.
Cluss Kellerpils Meh.
Kaiser Bräu Grafensteiner Pils No.
Bayernbräu Falkenfelser Premium Pilsener Meh.
Turmbläser Landbier Meh.
Fischer’s Brauhaus Fischer’s Frisches Heinerle I forgot.
Alpirsbacher Klosterbräu Kleiner Mönch Good!
Duckstein Rotblondes Original Meh.
Dinkelacker Schwabenbräu Meister Pils Okay.
Schönbuch Ur-Edel I forgot.
Paulaner Hefe-Weißbeir Dunkel I forgot.
Wernesgrüner Brauerei Pils Lengende I forgot.
Dinkelacker Schwabenbräu CD-Pils No.
Schwaben Bräu Original Meh.
Sauer & Hartwig Deutsch Premium Bier Kinda Weird!
Augustiner Bräu Lagerbier Hell Okay.
Lausitzer Schwarzes Porter Too sweet.
Kapuziner Weissbier I forgot.
Hacker-Pschorr Hefe Weisse I forgot.

Rother Apfelbier

After expressing interest in good local beer, a coworker demanded that I come with him to find apfelbier. I had some pretty serious reservations, because the words “apple” and “beer” should not typically be used in the same sentence, much less the same word. Alissa pointed out that it was probably like cider, and not beer at all.

We took the train into Fulda, and found our way to the old part of town, where the streets are exclusively cobblestone, and the houses look like fodder for postcards. The bar was dim and filled with nobody. We were early.

Rother Apfelbier

Rother Apfelbier in a heavy mug

Disappointingly, the beer was poured from a bottle. But it arrived in a nice heavy mug.

If I had to guess how they made it, I’d say they probably mixed beer and apple juice. Or maybe beer and cider. My first sip made me think it was nicely balanced between the sweetness of apples and the bitter of beer. But after my third sip, I decided it was just too sweet. The apple flavor was good, the beer flavor was… overpowered… and the mug was heavy.

And it was interesting. No harm in that. Kinda gives me shivers thinking about it now, but I distinctly remember thinking that it wasn’t so bad.

We also got some delicious sausages. Which we ate with our hands, even though I have always been under the impression that such behavior was illegal in Germany.

White Sausages in Bar

Delicious sweet sauce.

On the way home, I remember having to wait for 50 minutes for my train to come. Trains do not travel often in this small town.

Radeburger Pils und Schöfferhofer Hefeweizen und Schofferhofer Dunkel

After changing my clothes and leaving the hotel, I walked up the road toward a place marked “Alte Brauhaus” on the sign. Naturally, when you find a sign that says “Old Brew House”, you don’t just sit in your hotel.

I first checked the hours. According to the sign on the front, the place closed almost an hour before I arrived. But I was so heartbroken, I walked up to the door and poked my head inside anyway. Several guys were standing at the bar, so I walked in and hovered for a few seconds.

“Can I help you?”, the bartender asked, in German. I’m just guessing. She may have said “Get the hell out, we’re closed”. Nobody knows.

“Yes, a beer please!”, I responded, and it worked.

In Germany, they understand that “beer” means “Pils”. So she poured me a pils. It was fantastic. Cold, malty, and somehow tasted thick and luxurious. I dunno if it was because it was a fresh tap, or if Radeburger Pils is the best beer in the world (it’s not), or if I was just tired and wanted a beer. But it was good. I considered taking a photo, but I was sorrounded by hard-working men who just gotten off work and were drinking a beer and talking about soccer. I was not about to take out my cell phone to take a picture of the glass. “HEY GUYS! THIS IS BEER! I’M TAKING A PHOTOGRAPH OF MY BEER GLASS! HA HA HA! THIS IS GREAT! DID YOU KNOW I AM NOT FROM AROUND THIS AREA??! I MISS MY WIFE.”

No. The phone stayed under the table. Here’s a photo of my shoes.

Alte Brauhaus Shoes

Oh please god, don’t let the flash go off.

For my second beer, I had a Schöfferhofer Hefeweizen. It was all banana-ey and delicious. It was around this time, that the bartender and neighboring hard-working-men started asking questions. They asked basic questions, like “Are you from Denmark?” and “Where do you work?”. As an almost-native-German-speaker, I responded with fluent German.

“Hi! My name is James! I am 32 years old!”

I’m kidding. It went very well. When I didn’t understand, I said “Slow please!” and otherwise I think I understood. Once, I even asked “was that your question?” because I truly just guessed what the question was (I guessed right). Eventually, we started talking about beer. I asked if they had any other beer than the two on tap. They did! A dunkel, from a bottle hidden under the counter. Someone beside me asked if it was as good as the normal weizen beer, and I said “No, I think the other one is better”, and someone else noted that the other one was on tap, which of course makes all the difference.

I was just thrilled that I understood what was going on. And that’s really the whole point of this post. I understood what was going on.

Usually. Sometimes I had no idea. “We’re taking about soccer” the bartender would say. Ah. Okay. You guys changed the topic, and I didn’t notice. Fine.

Ha ha! Something funny happened! I wish I knew why we are laughing.

Schönbuch Brauhaus

Sometimes we take wandering walks through the city, and sometimes, we run into awesome things. Like this brewery, for example. Two weekends ago, we finally found the time to go.

Schönbuch Outside

Pretty awesome copper kettle.

They have four beers; Schönbuch Ur-Edel, Hefeweizen hell, Naturtrüb, and of course a Pils.

Schönbuch Pils, Hefeweizen, Naturtrüb

Schönbuch Pils, Hefeweizen, Naturtrüb

Alissa got the Ur-Edel, but I didn’t take a photo for some reason. It looks just like the Pils, and I think it tastes similar. One of them was slightly more bitter. Anyway, the real winner here was the Naturtrüb. Really delicious. Fresh and banana and … well, delicious. The Hefeweizen was really good too; no metallic flavors at all.

The Pils and the Ur-Edel were not good, however. This was the second time we’ve had the Pils. The first was out of a bottle at a bar, and we both agreed the brewery wasn’t worth perusing. It’s a good thing we gave them a second chance.

The food was amazing. Alissa got the flammkuchen.

Schönbuch Flammkuchen

Schönbuch Flammkuchen

I got the best pork steaks I’ve ever had.

Schönbuch Saftiger, zarter Schweinebraten

Schönbuch Saftiger, Zarter Schweinebraten

Juicy, tender roast pork. Good god, my mouth is watering. It’s 10 in the morning, and I want to go back and eat delicious tender roast pork. And a Naturtrüb 0.5 liter beer. Amgslbisvcm am nam nam nam. Oh, did I mention the sauce is “beer sauce”? It’s beer sauce.

Did I eat breakfast? I don’t think I ate breakfast.

I forgot what I was going to write.

Darguner Schloss Export

Darguner Schloss Export

Darguner Schloss Export

“Fein würzig” translates to “mildly spicy”. Ha ha ha!

Yuck.

Darguner Schloss Premium Pils

Darguner Schloss Premium Pils

Darguner Schloss Premium Pils

Ha ha! No. This one came from a gas station. Don’t buy this.

Paulaner Hefe-Weissbier

Paulaner Hefe-Weissbier

Paulaner Hefe-Weissbier

I think this one was pretty good. Since I drank this back in early June, there’s really no way to tell.

Riedenburger Ur-Helles

Riedenburger Ur-Helles

Riedenburger Ur-Helles

Another organic beer. Forgettable.

I’ve been keeping photos of all the new beers I’ve tried, and have been posting them roughly in order of consumption. This beer brings us up to date with June 5th, 2012. Eleven weeks ago.

Man, time flies.

Löffel’s Mühlen Gold

Löffel's Mühlen Gold

Löffel’s Mühlen Gold

This wasn’t good.