Weekend in Lisbon (Portugal)

 

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San Francisco!
Nope. Cheaper to get to from Boston, similar climate, hip museums and fantastic food and music. Not as much craft beer. Or any, really.

But who cares when you can sip this delicious cherry business right in the middle of the cobbled streets?

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The tavern selling this small treat is really a dressed-up counter at the edge of the sidewalk called Ginja Sem Rival, which sort of means Best Cherry Liquor Ever. And if context is anything, it surely is.

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And just like San Francisco, there are steep streets…

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But then the old world charm of Europe takes over. In a lovely old Sunday park that doesn’t have silly American alcohol restrictions.

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And on the streets by fountains late at night where musicians and informal dancers have impromptu gatherings.

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But wait- there is beer! We stopped at La Crêperie da Ribeira for some of their ricotta, walnut, and honey yumminess, and found…

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More good-enough beer was found alongside excellent cold cockles at a restaurant known for seafood.

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But the best nibble and sip combo was at a little diner-ish place quite close to the cherry tavern. They served sparkling vinho verde with a meat sandwich called lombinho.

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These sips and sounds along the sea mean I’ll be back soon to explore some more… and perhaps open a decent brewery.

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Dad’s Bloody Mary

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Harvey Daddy! That’s what I called the beverage being passed around a sailboat on Lake George one summer when I was too young to know the difference between a drink and a Drink. It was really a Harvey Wallbanger- apparently quite the rage in the ’70s- but all I heard was Harvey. My Dad’s name.

My father and I became interested in wine at the same time. He had difficulty distinguishing among flavors and relied heavily on the descriptions of others. I would get so frustrated with him when he insisted on looking at a review before saying what he thought of a wine. Drove me crazy. Until one day I overheard someone ask him, “Harv- what do you think of that beer?” Not even a pause. “What does Kris think of it?”

I was my Dad’s Robert Parker of beer.

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People often ask me what my favorite beer is, but there’s no way to answer that without context. Where was I, who else was there, what was the view, the weather, the music? My father and I agreed on our favorite glass of wine though.

I took my parents to Spain in 2008. I did all the driving, including in Valencia when I accidentally turned onto a tram track- facing an oncoming tram. Horns sounded, people screamed, an armed police officer sprang out of nowhere- and I calmly backed up and continued on the correct route, pulling over to face the wrath of a very angry man. The officer was screaming at me in Spanish, my father was frantically looking up “I’m sorry” in the dictionary, and I think I caught my mother praying in the back seat. I kept giving my impish American smile and shrugging until he pounded on the car and motioned for us to just get out of there. I did not wet myself, but I had to think about it to be sure.

The next corner opened up to a giant screen of deep blue with a sandy stage. We stopped at a restaurant for our first authentic paella. And the best wine we ever had. I have no idea what it was.

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One morning a couple of months ago I was in my office in Boston talking to my Dad on the phone about an upcoming family vacation to Cape Cod. He had just come in from mowing the large lush lawn of the house I grew up in. After we hung up, he told my mother- his wife of 52 years- what he wanted for lunch and went back outside to finish the lawn.

The next day I was writing his obituary.

In addition to loving memories, his military service and career highlights, a few quirky lines that only those closest to him would understand- I knew it would not be complete without a mention of his Bloody Mary. Everyone who knew him knew of it. It was perfect, and had been for as long as I can remember. I tried- believe me- to improve upon it. He encouraged me! Pickled okra? tried it. Wasabi instead of white horse radish? Why not. Tabasco and dozens of other hot sauces over the years? Beef bouillon, artisanal tomato juice, more expensive vodka? Nope. We tried it all. But he’d nailed it already, and it’s still perfect every time.

I tucked a copy of his recipe into every thank you note I wrote after his service to those many people kind enough to make the trip, give me a hug, send flowers, or otherwise say sorry for your loss. I know it’s unconventional- but he would have loved it. The response was overwhelming. And so, on this day when Americans celebrate fathers, and I sip to the memory of mine, I give you Harvey Butler’s Bloody Mary recipe. Go ahead and tinker with it- I guarantee you cannot improve my Dad’s Bloody Mary.

Add ice to a tall glass and add in this order:
1 heaping teaspoon of horseradish
1.5 oz cheap vodka, like Smirnoff
2 dashes Lea & Perrins Worcestershire sauce
2 shakes of celery salt
1 shake salt
1 small can of original V8 juice (not any other brand; not low sodium)
1 generous grind of pepper
1 wedge of lime, squeezed and dropped into the drink
I stalk of celery to stir

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Prague Day Trips: Beroun, Olomouc, and…Dublin (Czech Republic and Ireland)

 

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“Find the hole in the fence at the Beroun train station, go through it and then cross the scrap yard…”

These are the instructions I was given to find Pivovar Berounský medvěd, a brewpub a bit outside of Prague. I had concerns. I envisioned myself getting arrested and trying to explain that I was looking for beer. And then making the call from jail… the fantasy got a little crazy.

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But it need not. Of all the many train-stop pub visits I made outside of Prague, this was one of two that I would recommend. My favorite beer here is a smashing session beer called “Cyclopivo” meant for cyclists passing though. Apparently not everyone climbs through the fence off the train.

Get back on that same train heading away from Prague to arrive at Olomouc (pronounced ola-moosh) for some more fantastic beers and delicious food at Svatováclavský Pivovar. Although we didn’t try it, it also has a beer spa and a hotel. Everything you need in one place!

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Olomuoc is a charming town in a way that I had expected Prague to be. Public sculptures (I like to call the one below “Asparagus on Turtle”) and several museums dot the brief walk to the brewery from the train station. I could have happily stayed for the rest of the week.

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The best brewpub in Olomuoc is tricky to find because the entrance is inside an office building, but once inside you’ll see this door:

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Not only were the beers well made and tasty- particularly the tmavé pivo and the wit-like nabidky- but the meal was the second best of the trip. They smoke in-house, and the smoked platter had three distinct smoked meats. Each one alone would have made the journey worth it. Together we were knocked out! I had tongue with dumplings and horseradish- so good it left my chef-companion dreaming up recipes for his pub.

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And the other day trip from Prague? I lucked into a 30 hour layover in Dublin thanks to Aer Lingus’ odd connections from Boston. I lined up my craft beer ducks, and got as much in as I could with the help of local Liam O’Hara and my dear Irish/Boston pal Bronagh. We made three stops.

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The first (after some bottled craft stout at Liam’s by 8 Degrees and Dungarvan) was Bull & Castle, which has separate rooms for eating and drinking. The upstairs “beer area” overlooks Christ Church- great for a first time visitor like me. They also offered 8 Degrees, on cask! And a fine IPA from Trouble Brewing of Kildare.

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The next stop was for food, but I was thrilled to see Spanish craft beer Estrella Damm offered at Fade St. Social. It’s the perfect delicate yet spicy beer to accompany the funky menu of fried chicken popcorn, truffled duck mousse, and shaved octopus. And crab toasties. And… we ate a lot.

The final stop was P Mac’s, where we finished with Trouble Brewing’s Dark Arts Porter. I would make every stop again- it was the perfect Dublin layover. Try it the next time you go to Prague!

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Příští zastávka: Praha (Czech Republic)

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View through the Kampa Museum sculpture garden in Prague.

Prague in January? Indeed- but this information will serve you year-round. It begins with six travel essentials for your beery trip, followed by seven must-visit beer destinations. And an Absinthe finale.

Essentials

1. A Guide.

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I usually travel solo, but for this trip I had a guide. Stuart O’Dell- chef and owner of the new craft beer destination that’s taken off with RateBeerians in Newton Abbot, Devon, England called Teign Cellars (pronounced “teen” by the Brits), 12 year annual Prague visitor, and a crank. Hence essential number 2:

2. A Tram Map.

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The tram system is such a central part of any Prague adventure that we started re-naming the lines according to our destination drink. For example, we started calling the 14 (which happens to be green on the tram map) the Absinthe Line, as it was consistently the link to our favorite Absinthe bars. The 22 became the Monastery Line because it goes to Sv. Norbert and Klášterní šenk. The red line of the Metro became the Bookend Line because both ends have worthy brewpubs. We used the 7, the 9, the 13, the 11, the 6, the 4, the 24, the 18. I’ve been on them all. And off. And on. And off.

3. A Home Base.

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We rented an apartment through HomeAway.com, which I have used many times to book trustworthy, hassle free, flexible, convenient apartments in cities all over the world. They cost less than hotels, provide fridges and sometimes full kitchens and terraces, and are usually in the heart of where real people live- which is part of the experience of travel that one cannot buy. We chose a neighborhood called Andel which is centrally located near Prague’s many trams and the Metro’s B Line, has hip local bars, and is not in the expensive tourist area of the Old Town Square. I walked to the pretty center of Prague one morning by following the Vltava River at the end of my block – it was a quick and scenic 20 minutes.

4. A Plan.

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One day was spent overnight at Chodovar, the Beer Wellness Spa. (See previous post.) Another two days were spent outside of Prague. (See forthcoming post.) We designated the last day for a return to favorites, which left five days devoted to exploring Prague breweries, bottle shops with taps, and beer bars. Each day started and ended consulting the tram map. Followed by beer. Map. Beer. Map. Beer. It was a dream come true! Note that the stops are not announced on the trams in English, so count your stops ahead of time and try to listen carefully. Oddly, the end of every tram line is announced in English. “Last stop. Get off the tram.”

5. An Open Mind.

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Some bars allow smoking, while others ban it. As stinky as it is, just go with it. Yes you will have to fumigate your clothes afterwards. Your eyes will water. A haze will develop against the ceiling at the end of the night. But there are some places where you will have to tolerate smoking if you want to try the beer. And the beer, with very few exceptions, is worth it. The pace of smoking becomes rather frenzied as the evening goes on- so plan to visit bars that allow smoking early in the day to get as close as you can to avoiding it.

The other thing to have an open mind about is the people. I had heard that service would be rude, and even Stuart tried to prepare me for this. But it simply isn’t the case. Was it because I brought beer presents and smiled a lot? Who cares- it worked. People are the same in Prague as they are everywhere else I’ve been warned of chilly welcomes, including Paris, Beijing, and Copenhagen. Hand someone a beer, they warm up. Period. (Even if they don’t drink!)

6. Ulmon.
Use an offline-capable app that you set up with all your stops ahead of time. We used Ulmon, and it was a lifesaver in the cold wind of January, often showing us we were just around the corner from our destination- although we would never have guessed it. Make the most of technology!

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Beer Highlights.

I’d love to share details of all 28 beer destinations we hit in Prague, but I’m pretty sure you’d stop reading before the end. Instead, here are the seven must-visit, each worth-the-whole-trip places in my personal order of preference:

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1. St. Norbert beer at Klášterní pivovar Strahov  (The Monastic Brewery)

After taking the funicular tram to the top and walking across the hill with a gorgeous view of Prague on our right, I wasn’t sure if the warm liver dumpling soup and St. Norbert IPA we had upon arrival at this brewery were actually as good as I thought or if my mind was being toyed with by the view, the church bells ringing, and the thrill of sitting outside yet toasty in January.

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Nope. The soup and the beer were that good. Even though it was one of the first beers we tried, day after day, pivo after pivo, we kept comparing our latest beer to the Norbert IPA. The Norbert won every time. I’d put it next to any IPA I’ve ever had, anywhere. We went back on our last day to have it again, and it lived up to our elevated expectations. Plus the kind people at the brewery gave me a bottle of off-menu Black Lager when I told them how much I liked the IPA. (They didn’t have bottles of the IPA). If you can only go to one brewery in Prague, make it this one. The other beers are also good, the food is excellent and not too heavy (the dumplings in the soup were tiny- just a hint of flavor in the rich broth) and the setting is a lovely place to sip beer. It has it all.

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Brewer: Jan Martinka. GM: Lukas Bakule.
Tram directions: The 22 to the funicular tram (It’s part of your tram pass- don’t wait in line!) At the top, head to the right behind the big tower (walk up for the view if you like) and continue to the monastery. When you’re done, head through the gate (away from where you came in) to the road to catch the 22’s next stop- no need to retrace your steps back to the funicular.

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2. Minipivovar Beznoska.
As a study in contrasts, the next best beer (or to be accurate, six beers) I had in Prague were in this hideous green building, in a residential neighborhood, off the Proseik stop of the C/Red line of the Metro.

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Just as we had been walking for a while in a residential neighborhood and it was obvious that Stuart had his directions wrong and I was preparing my, “Hey don’t worry about it- not every wild goose chase ends in good beer” speech- we walked by this eyesore sporting a giant mustache with the word pivovar painted on the outside. Apparently, we had arrived.

The menu had six beers, all with Czech explanations. Beznoska, Klicak, Hejhula, B-Ale, Weizenbock, and Stout. I thought I had ordered each of us a sampler, but what the nice young lady brought instead were twelve half pints of beer. One of every beer, for each of us. I knew we were going to be there for a while. We both respect the brewing craft too much to leave beer in a glass unless it’s completely undrinkable. All the same, I was looking around for a plant to dump some beer in just in case.

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And then something amazing happened. I sniffed the first one. I looked up at Stuart with my nose still in the glass. His expression after tasting his own beer was “what the ….?” We kept drinking. We couldn’t believe it- beer after beer after beer- delicious. Clean. Balanced. Well conditioned. Stuart still says the Weizenbock is the best wheat beer he’s ever had. The beers were top notch, and to be taken so completely by surprise was quite delightful. Our bill was shy of $10. If you’re someone who really hunts for tasty beer and isn’t afraid to leave the known path, definitely add this to your list.

Take the C/Red Line of the Metro to the second to last stop, Proseik. After that, you walk through a residential neighborhood. When you are certain there is no way a brewpub is anywhere nearby and you see a hideous green building that is shaped just like all the others- you found it!

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Our friendly server Thomas at The Three Roses

3. U tří růží

One of many fun things about traveling with a chef is that they get excited about things others might miss. Like red cabbage. Our wonderful server, Thomas (above, and pronounced “Toe- mosh”, I think) got the recipe for us. Caraway is the secret! It’s in just about everything in Prague, but it does something amazing to red cabbage. It also helped that duck had been braised in it. My rabbit leg confit with risotto was fantastic. Is rabbit leg confit cooked in rabbit fat? just wondering.

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Being in the lovely center of Prague, The Three Roses has certain benefits. English menus with the wifi code printed on the bottom. Proximity to cobbled streets with charming puppet and absinthe shops. Super souvenirs, like the burgundy curved handled umbrella with a discrete three rose logo on one panel that I hand-carried back to the states. And fresh beer.

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Three Roses offers six beers, and we both preferred the pilsner and the dark lager. Truly exceptional examples of beer syles that can be found all over Prague. That, plus excellent food (we had three meals in nine days here), a warm and welcoming atmosphere, and funky artwork made it a repeat destination that never disappointed. Especially on the days we took trains out of town in search of remote breweries, we were so happy to return to the cozy atmosphere of this place.
The Green/A and Yellow/B Metro Lines meet at Můstek. It’s nearby.

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4. Zubatý Pes

Forget the silly dog cartoon. On the outside, this place looks like someone tried to spiffy-up a garage. Inside is stark white with some whimsical paintings. Ignore all that and focus on the chalk board behind the bar. Oh my- a serious craft beer bar.

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Many of the beers they carried I can already get in the states, but one local beer stood out: Falkon Stalker IPA. We were gushing over it when the bartender told us the brewer had just left. Ugh! I didn’t get a lot of pictures, but you see where it is in the lineup. Take the 7 or 24 Line to the Bohemians stop.

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5. Hostivar

The name is a play on words connecting the neighborhood to the Czech word for brewery, pivovar. The young owners proudly announce on the English menu, “no pasteurization, additives or filtering.” Super! And all four beers offered were just that. The Světlá Třináctka was especially quaffable.

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When I return, I’ll eat more. I only had room for the creamy potato soup with porcini mushrooms, but it promised an expert command and creative touch in the kitchen.

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This is what the end of the tram line looks like. To get here, you have to take the 22 or 26 tram lines to the end and then take the 125 bus (stay with me now) two stops to Hostivar. Trust me, it’s not as bad as it sounds. I did it on a cold night in January! You will be glad you did.

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6. Zlý časy

I took to calling this place “The Classy,” combining my first impression with my poor attempts at the Czech language. It’s sort of the Blind Tiger of Prague. It has a cult following, but locals go here too. They carry plenty of international craft beer (the downstairs bar must have just had a Mahr’s night…) and lots of Czech craft as well.

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We didn’t have to read the menu to order food- we just pointed to the cutting board loaded with aromatic meat in front of the group next to us and asked for one. Fantastic! Plus they rescued my U Fleků puppet. Long story.

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Take the 11, 18, or 6 tram lines to Náměstí Bratří Synků.

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7. Nota Bene.

I almost didn’t mention this little gem because by this point in the trip we’d become so accustomed to excellent food, craft beer, and warm environments that it didn’t stand out at the time. But this place keeps coming back to me, and it has worked its way from the boot of my memory to the front seat.

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The beer cheese was the perfectly pungent, and we had an excellent IPA called Matuška Raptor. They had two Falkons on tap, too. Impressive!

Red/C line Metro to I. P. Pavlova.

PS: Absinthe.

Absinthe beer, flaming sugar cube (also called Czech style), and slushies- from a frozen Absinthe machine. We had it all.

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Beer Bath (Czech Republic)

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Is it wise to put a photo of oneself in a tub, with a beer, on the Internet?

Probably not. But this is no ordinary tub- this is a beer spa!

And it’s important to see what is not in this picture: no neon, no logos, nothing loud or tacky. Just a cave, a simple tub, and a beer.

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Welcome to Chodovar (pronounced hoe-da-var, as far as I can tell) – a beer wellness center about two hours southeast of Prague close to the German border. Or, as they call it, “Your Beer Wellness Land.” It is made up of the brewery, a hotel (Hotel U Sládka), a restaurant (Ve Skále), and the spa (pravé Pivní lázně).

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I’m not really a spa person. My company sends me to nice hotels- I always use the “spa” time looking for craft beer. But compared to standing in endless beer fest lines, (even if they are in Osaka, Rome, or Brussels) or trekking hours into the woods on dirt roads to obtain rare beers, this is a TRUE beer experience.

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Here’s how it works. Take a train from Prague, where you’ve already got an inexpensive apartment to use as a home base. (See forthcoming post.) Change trains in Plzen and enjoy the tank-quality Pilsner (Gambrinus 10) while waiting 30 minutes for another train to Chadová. Walk a half mile to the Land.

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Check into the hotel. Five minutes before your reserved spa time (you may also reserve massage, foot treatment, facial, and other more hands-on-you events) return to the reception desk where they wave you down some stairs. You will face a door covered in carved hops- it’s locked. Ring the bell.

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A uniformed no-nonsense woman greets you in Czech. She does not speak English, so just do what she points to. The first thing is a cubbie with shoes; add yours to it. The next is a changing room- take the sheet she hands you and enter. Inside is a locker- remove everything, but keep your iPhone for pictures if so inclined. Take the key with you, too.

She will motion for you to follow her.  You will be handed a freshly poured beer as you turn the corner. Stop in front of a tub topped with what looks like crauzen. No time to wonder- drop the cover on the chair and get in!

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Aaaahhhhhh. There is a place to set the beer, brewed fresh right there, within reach. Splash around a bit to enjoy the novelty, sink down, and relax.

The bath is made up of warm mineral water (also bottled there) and a magic mixture of dark beer, hops, yeast- and secrets. It feels amazing. The beer addition comes out of its own faucet.

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Close your eyes. Interrupt your warmth only to sip your beer and experience the contrasting sensation of the cold liquid going down.

Then- just as the water is about to have chilled a degree too much and your beer is gone, stern spa lady comes back. She holds up a giant white sheet, which somehow you know to get out of the tub and back in to. She leads you to another dark part of the cave- to a lounge chair lined with a towel. Sit back as she wraps the towel around you and your sheet and points to your next beer. You’ll be warm- you will doze.

Ten minutes later you feel the pleasant sensation of melting, and reach for the beer.

Magic. A few hours later, in the attached restaurant in a cave, order the yeast beer only available there and pulled directly from the lagering tanks. Marvel at how soft your skin is.

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