There are few things I miss while living on the opposite side of our world but one thing is British Real Ale. Pardon my grin on the photo above but when you occasionally get the treat of finding such a thing in a bar in fairly remote New Zealand, especially with the distinctive taste of Old Speckled Hen, you just have to have it (and ignore the cost).
Nobody brews beer like they do in Britain, and while foreigners may scoff at our enjoying it warm, they often forget or are unaware that it comes straight out of a cold cellar and is gloriously not gassy.
You can badge your lagers as beers, you can call them “craft”, you can pack them full of hops, you can persuade yourself it is artisan…but you’ll never make them as varied or as interesting as the British do.
I feel like the national anthem is about to play after all of that!
(Enjoy Responsibly. Drink in Moderation. Acting Like a Prize Ass while Inebriated is Not Acceptable. Drinking While Pregnant Can Harm Your Baby.)