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July 26, 2015 · 2:06 pm

Alice’s Drink (London and Oxford)

Detail of Captain John Narbrough’s 1670 manuscript map of the Magellan Straits

LONDON

I visited London with the specific purpose of crashing a map lecture by Tom Harper at the British Library. It was not the only reason, but it was up there. I also planned to interview a globe restorer who recently wrote a lovely book called Globes. To see the Indigenous Australia exhibit at the British Museum, take the Tate-to-Tate ferry, sit in a box at the Royal Opera House to watch Falstaff. I cancelled my one beer adventure days before my departure because Meantime was purchased by SABMiller.

Top floor view at Tate Modern, where they serve The Kernel IPA

Yet I find beer travel to be inevitable. There I was in Tate Modern‘s top floor cafe, having just strolled through a collection that I kept comparing to the new Whitney‘s assemblage, when I turned to face the counter to order my coffee. Truly- I meant to order an espresso. It was before noon and I had a full day of walking London ahead of me. And who would have guessed that a major world class museum would carry a local small batch beer? Fortunately this is happening more and more often. The bottle selections were just beyond the server’s head at eye-level. Very clever.

My inner voice- an old man I call Sid- reminded me that vacations should be enjoyed in every way. My shoulders relaxed and I smiled involuntarily and probably a bit too broadly. “I’ll have The Kernel IPA please.” Not being American, the server did not raise her eyebrow, nor did anyone else. And so my impromptu beer tour of London began.

My device was abuzz with advice. Stuart O’Dell of Teign Cellars in Newton Abbott made a quick trip to London to point out the finer brews of Craft Beer Covent Garden (I had already discovered the original Craft Beer Clerkenwell) including Soundwave by Siren. I was not completely surprised to learn from Shaun Hill that Siren’s brewer Ryan just joined Hill Farmstead, because everything I tried of theirs was more than good- it was special. Like your first Cigar City Humidor Series IPA is special. Or Shaun’s Flora. Or Yvan De Baets’ Brusseleir Zwët IPA.

The Rake

Over the next week my tasty tour also led me to The Rake (above) which has a wonderful summer camp feel, Jerusalem Tavern where I ended up meeting a bunch of cool women drinking St. Peter’s cask beer and supporting a sculptor’s kickstarter campaign, the Holborn Whippet where a customer kept her dog on the counter and shared her beer with him, and a vermouth bar called Mele e Pere which is reviving the culture of sipping vermouth in London and soon will carry the elixirs of Carl Sutton.

O’Dell informed me that The Kernel Brewery is open only on Saturday mornings, but definitely worth a trip. I had planned to spend that day in Oxford, but decided I had time before my train. I took an Uber (my one taxi experience was an expensive and rude disaster) to a funky area called Spa Terminus. A long row of what look like industrial garages house all kinds of artisanal shops- some also points of production- such as Monmouth Coffee Company, Little Bread Pedlar, and Neal’s Yard Dairy. It’s got a groovy feel, and the aromas will keep your nose quite happy. I wanted to move there, although I did notice a threatening number of baby strollers.

What kind of person drinks beer at 9:00am on a Saturday? (Other than a beer traveler on holiday and people buying bottles.) Apparently single dads. The only other two drinking customers plopped their kids down at the interior picnic tables, handed them gaming devices, and ordered full beers. Who am I to judge? I ordered the Table Beer, a 2.9% tasty wonder, only because I had to be able to read the train schedule to Oxford and get off at the right stop.

OXFORD

This is a cake. No really- completely edible.

On the 4th of July, I donned a red, white, and blue skirt- my subtle nod of approval for the recent Supreme Court decisions and President Obama’s moving lead of Amazing Grace– and struck out to visit maps at the Bodleian Library, where CAMRA member, Charlbury Beer Festival organizer, and author of The Gough Map Nick Millea is in charge of the map collection. Being a beer person himself, he gave me great tips on where to eat (King’s Arms, where I had aged cheddar and pickle on oat bread) and drink (Turf Tavern). As I strolled into town from the train station, I went into the first bookstore I saw, found a few gifts to take home, and went to pay for them.

Me: “Wow.”

Large hairy male cashier busting out of an Alice in Wonderland costume, complete with blond wig: “I get a lot of that.”

I had accidentally discovered a party. It was the 150th anniversary of the publication of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, you see. And Alices were everywhere. I barely remember reading it, yet could not help but get caught up in it. No fewer than 22 venues had events, from readings and races to food fairs and a Hatter’s Cocktail Party. The lawyer in me loved “Alice’s Evidence” at The Story Museum, followed by dancing and the auction of the impossibly balanced cake above.

The trip was already worth it because of the maps and beer- stumbling on Alice’s Day made it unforgettable. In a fun yet weird science fiction sort of way.

The Turf Tavern is a bit tricky to find. You will have to turn a corner at the end of a long passage- just like Alice- before you find the casks that say DRINK ME.

BACK IN LONDON

My final beer stop was Camden Town, known for off-the-chart ridiculously delicious Helles. And for not playing well with others- but what do I know? Melissa Cole invited me- so off I went bearing beery presents from Russian River. The Helles (both filtered and unfiltered versions) was even better than I had hoped- so clean and refreshing, especially after a week of unintentional hop imbibing. (Isn’t that supposed to be an American thing?) And the company – lots of industry folks – was warm and welcoming.

I even managed to meet a transplanted New Zealander, Stu from Yeastie Boys, who actually remembered my tweet about the beer he made with Dann and Martha of Pretty Things that I found at Hashigo Zake in Wellington. (See earlier post)

Finding myself stuck in Gatwick airport for several hours waiting for the plane to the next leg of my trip (Amsterdam; post forthcoming) and having exhausted the Weatherspoon options, I found this quirky but surprisingly good beer at the sushi conveyor belt restaurant upstairs. It’s called Kagua. The fine print says it’s a Japanese craft beer. Brewed in Belgium. Huh? Regardless, it was terrific with the sushi. Between the sushi and the beer I could not find it in me to remain upset about my delayed flight. Very smart, Gatwick!

And now for proof that I really did more than drink in England:

Interior stacks at the British Library. Looks a bit like the Beinecke, eh?

The ball attached to the Royal Opera House contains Yinka Shonibare’s fantastic ballerina- whose head is a globe made by Bellerby.

Inside the British Museum

Globe restorer Silvia Sumira in her studio.

Inside the Maritime Museum in Greenwich.

Příští zastávka: Praha (Czech Republic)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.