glassemail02
a_a_a_dtbgheader3_1_02_1_
hopbrewingstuff hoplinks hopbeerofthenight
hopmemberssheds hopgroupmeetings hopmalts hopvarieties
hophome
hopreviews2009 hopreviews2012
hopreviews2010 hopreviews2011

St. Andrew’s Brewing

Christmas Party – 9th January 2010

Let’s go back to this afternoon where I fought through snow drifts, blizzards and .... OK! I was in my the car, but that doesn’t matter, the snow was pretty deep all the same. Maybe there were no blizzards but a gentle breeze was noticeable and it was very cold, and it was wet. Don’t switch off, dear Reader, I am getting to the point. I had to get the ‘Beer of the Year Award’ trophy from last year’s winner to make sure it was clean and no scratches. This year the award has caused controversy which I will elaborate upon After the next paragraph.

It is a cold, wet Saturday evening as I plod my way through Big John’s front gate followed by Big Ritchie. Yes, dear Reader, Big Ritchie is not first. That particular honour goes to Our Glorious Leader John W., and Ian T. Who are propping up the bar in Big John’s Shed. Now, there is a story attached to Ian (Pops) T., which I will now enlighten you all.

At each meeting throughout the year we select a ‘beer of the night’ as you will see on further scrutiny of this website. These beers are voted on to decide the entries into the ‘beer of the year’ of which we choose four, which are made again for the Christmas Party of which we choose the winner. Well, that’s all well and good if the four beers are brewed again so that we remind ourselves what they tasted like. Old ‘Pops’, it turns out, couldn’t make his brew but, and this is his reasoning, it was voted the best of those which are to be entered into the Christmas vote, so therefore he should have won. This same reasoning suggests that in Formula One racing the car in pole position shouldn’t have to go tear-arsing round a race circuit, “because they were fastest the day before”

So let me say here and now that old ‘Pops’ reckons, because he does the website, that he will doctor the review. Mind you, his beer was a cracking one – one of the best I’ve had all year and that includes commercial beers as well. Did I say that? Or has he edited that in!

Shrouded in mystery three hand pumps only have numbers on. This means that no one knows which beer is which. This way the voting is fair, regardless of ‘Pops’.

Next to arrive are our country cousins Pete, Rob (Gimpy) and Little Ritchie, followed by Stuart who brought his wife, Mrs Stuart, to keep Mrs Big John company in the kitchen. Well, there’s got to be washing up and stuff – and we don’t know where the pots go! Last to arrive is Ian J (Jacko)

Each one of us brought something to eat, not necessarily conferring so two very large pork pies were brought, alongside the traditional Corned Beef Pie, sausage wrapped in bacon, a load of nibbles and chilli con carni from our host, or rather Mrs Big John! A veritable feast indeed. Even the smokers amongst us enjoy cigars in this festive get together.

Big John, being the good landlord he is, keeps us all topped up with championship ales. The call goes out that the food is ready – good job as all the nibbles have disappeared. Up to the house we go and witness some kind of miracles. Not that ‘Pops’ finished off the corn beef pie but finally, Big Ritchie admits he is FULL. “Can’t eat another thing.” And there are still pieces of pork pie left and Pete and Little Ritchie have had their fill. Pete couldn’t manage to polish off the chilli. Miracles? I should say so.

We wander back down to the shed and continue where we left off – drinking beer. Also on offer are Big John’s stock ales Paddy’s Oirish (I polished off a couple of pints) and All Hail to the Ale. By this time we should be voting for that coverted title but one of our soldiers is missing. It’s Stuart. Is he been trapped in the toilet and can’t get out? Have the womenfolk forced him into washing up? Has he taken a wrong turning and is six feet under a snowdrift? Where can he be?

“I fell asleep!” Some hero he turns out to be.

It’s time for voting and the winner is – Jacko. The newly crowned Brewer of the Year is called upon to give a speech which he does, and John W gets a big mention with gratitude in teaching him all he knows. A good speech, but I bet ‘Pops’ had a better one prepared.

It has been a good night, thanks to our host Big John – no mention of hops, barley, subs or slack mashes. Let’s hope we have a good year, with good beer and good friends.

 

Tees Creek Brewing Company

31st January 2010

The front room of Jacko’s house does very nicely for his pub. The green topped pine bar announce three beers on handpump, alongside the accolade to his brewing prowess – the award for ‘Beer of the Year’.

He has on offer Ironopolis made from Maris Otter pale malt, a combination of amber, crystal and wheat malts, and has used East Kent Golding’s hops in both the boil and the finishing. (EBU 30, ABV 3.8%). Next beer on offer is Cascade, the Beer of the Year. This 4.1% ale, with an EBU of 33, is made from Maris Otter accompanied by Crystal and wheat malts, and flaked maize. Centennial hops for the boil and cascade hops for the last fifteen minutes. Both these beers are of a golden colour unlike the third one which is dark. Black Diamond is made from Maris Otter with the additions of amber, chocolate, crystal and wheat malt and roast barley. Hops used are Whitbread Golding Variety and Fuggles. It weighs in at a hefty 5.1% with an EBU of 33.

Propping up the bar when Our Glorious Leader and myself arrive are Big John and Big Ritchie. Rob arrives almost at the same time as us. ‘Pops’ isn’t joining us tonight because he forgot. Yes folks, we meet every three weeks (without fail) and a list is on this website (updated by Pops himself!) but he forgot. So, for him and no one else, “TWENTY FIRST OF FEBRUARY AT BIG RITCHIE’S.”

The nibbles on offer were outstanding. Various cheeses, scotch eggs, crisps, olives, pork pies, pickled eggs and corned beef pie. Those present tuck into the fayre with the usual shout from Rob to get them finished before our country cousins arrive. Plenty of time to do that as they are late in arriving. Stuart gets in well before them. We have been warned already that Our Glorious Leader has a lot to talk about tonight, but that must wait until we are all here.

Pete and Little Ritchie duly arrive looking rather windswept as is the way with country folk. The precision in which these guys can enter a room and grab a piece of corned beef pie whilst still holding onto the door knob has got to be seen to be believed. Within four minutes half the pie has gone with Little Ritchie remonstrating that he only had one piece. At least it got eaten.

Because our numbers once totalled twelve, Our Glorious Leader, John W., has got it into his head that we should always have twelve. At present there are ten of us in the group and if someone is interested in brewing and wants to join then all well and good. But someone just has to mention the word “beer” and John invites them to join. ‘Ale fellow well met’, as they say in Derbyshire. So, this is one thing that he wanted to talk about. The next is the Leyburn Festival. Last time I was there I got stuck behind William Hague MP., who insisted on talking to everyone, apart from me because I was behind him. Anyway, we’ve been asked to go along and show people how to brew, and we need two brews for people to try. All sorted. Next up is the Darlington Beer Festival where we have a stall for people to try samples of our ales and donate some money to add to our coffers. Four lads volunteer to make one - Big John; Little Ritchie; John; and Pete. So, dear Reader, that’s your weekend sorted around 25th – 27th March. Fourth up is the cost of the hiring of minibuses, or is that minibuy. We pay £5 each, the rest is subsidised by group funds. Group funds are getting stretched so what do we do? Long discussion brings the usual outcome – we stay as we were. That, too, got sorted having made a few guys feeling awkward but – hey! – we’re men aren’t we?

With our resident farmer, his ear to the ground, nose up a tractor’s exhaust, we discover that Barley is down in price to £78 per tonne. Will pubs be bringing prices down? I doubt it, but you can always ask! Tell them the Croft Brewers told you to!

Cringe upon cringe! What has Jacko put in his pickled eggs? Big Ritchie has a face on him that wouldn’t look out of place in a horror movie! “I know there’s corriander,” says Jacko...

In this room there is a lamp that changes colour but do we have to cheer when it does? Still, keeps us occupied for a few minutes before ‘HOPS’ are mentioned. [FOR THOSE WITH A DELICATE DISPOSITION GO TO THE NEXT PARAGRAPH] Hops don’t stay fresh for ever. There comes a time when they lose their colour and their aroma. Well, Rob, sharp as a button, sees an opportunity to get a load of them rather than have them thrown out. Now here is where the ‘yellow card’ comes out. He only goes off on one, doesn’t he? We keep all our stocks of hops round at Our Glorious Leader’s place but Our Glorious Leader can’t give them out willy-nilly just because they are a bit iffy. Now our Rob loses it a bit (ie. going to leave the group etc., etc!). Anyway, I think he calmed down. He can’t leave the group, where would he go? Croft Brewers perhaps?

Beer of the night is Black Diamond. Cascade beaten into second place. If any reader sees Pops before the next meeting remind him will you? It was a cracking night, cheers Ian.

 

When I left dear old Blighty, in March, with ‘she who must be obeyed,’ swapping this green and pleasant land with the deserts of the Middle East; the world’s largest building site the Emiratees call ‘Dubai,’ I left strict instructions with ‘home-alone’ man of the house, that the dwelling place must be clean and tidy upon our return. You can bet money on the outcome of that! Similarly, I had a volunteer to write the Reviews, to recall for prosperity all that the brewing group do. What did you get -Nothing! Yes, dear reader, you have been starved of reviews, which I hope this particular commentary will go somewhere to compensate for the past few months’ deserted wilderness we call ‘reviewing.’

The Crown Inn, Manfield 26th July

My report starts, not at the home of a group member, but a local country hostelry, and not a Sunday as per usual but a Saturday evening. Many changes have taken place since my last review; Mithril Ales has gone commercial. Pete has taken the plunge and bought a Micro brewery, had it installed, and is now brewing at weekends. His intention is to supply local pubs. Tonight is the launch of his wares and we, the group, have broken with tradition and are here to support him. Mind you, the beer isn’t free.

Peter was bound to hit some stumbling blocks en route to perfecting his craft and who better than the Brewing Group to point out a few flaws. The evening was spent chatting and drinking with no great drama – until it was time to leave! This time it is the turn of Jacko who misses out on the bus home. It went without him.

Mithril Brewery 18th July

Moving on three weeks and we are at the above mentioned brewery as it is Pete’s turn to play host to the Group.

So, to the entrance of Pete’s bar and the home of Mithril Ales. Before we enter Pete’s bar I do have news to impart – both Big Ritchie and Ian (Pops) T have left the group, the latter still taking charge of the Website. This means that Little Ritchie becomes Ritchie by default. And Jacko is the only Ian.

The beers we are having tonight have been made purposely for our consumption with the exception of one, which is the remains, after barrelling, of one of his commercial brews.

So, back to the entrance of Pete’s bar and the home of Mithril Ales. Stuart is sailing the high seas so can’t be with us tonight. Pete is still cleaning out his brewery so we are left to get on with it. Also, we have a new member in the form of Alex. He bumped into Our Glorious Leader, John, brandishing some home-brew kits. OGL, being who he is, told him he should be brewing properly and invited him along. He brought his wife with him. Now, many years ago, in the Emerald Isle a young woman wandered into a freemason coven and, because she saw something of what went on, was made the only woman to ever be a freemason. Our manly group don’t tolerate such things, so our new member’s missus, a brewer in her own right, albeit kits, was allowed to stay the evening but will never be a member. Mind you, Mrs Alex does have a keen nose which will come in handy when Alex brews the traditional way. She also knows a good pint when she sees it. She could be a very useful non-member and a force to be reckoned with if all spouses decided to have a ladies brewing group. Nuff said.

So, back to the entrance of Pete’s bar and the home of Mithril Ales. Will we ever pass the threshold and get a drink? Yes we do and it’s OGL behind the bar. Big John and myself get the two stools and prop up the bar, spaces vacated by Big Ritchie and Pops. On offer we have three ales:-

Barbie Cue (4% abv), a light beer with elderflower notes (picked around in the village hedgerows by Pete’s own fair hand.) In addition to the pale malt, he used light crystal and wheat malt along with Torrefied wheat. His choice of hop was First Gold for bitterness with Sarachi and First Gold for aroma.

Charcoal (4.4%) was his option for a dark ale. The list of ingredients is long – pale, chocolate, dark crystal, brown and black malts; roast and rolled barley; and oat flakes. Columbus hops (4.4% alpha acids) for both bitterness and aroma.

Heatwave (3.9%). Here, Pete used Amarillo hops to give a nice slightly clean bitterness.

The meeting was bereft of the usual topics (probably sorted in my absence) There are no plans to have a trip this year. Maybe we will make up for it next year. It also looks like the cider press idea has been shelved. On the subject of hops, the two main hops have been bought for this year – Saaz (alpha acid 3.5%) and Bobek (4.5%). OGL had his usual, “I’ve got something to tell you all.” This time it was about a bag of malt which was found that is 18years old. Brulab in Sunderland are going to use it for experimental purposes. “18 Years Old” he shouts again. “I can’t believe it!”

Beer of the night was Barbie Cue, and, on a warm summer’s night, why not? For all of you who live in or near Darlington watch out for Mithril Ales.

Bali Hai 8th August

This is Rob’s brewery. The pub is in his garage with his odds-and-sods hidden from view by a couple of dust covers. Not with us tonight are Pete and new boy, Alex. So few are the numbers that Big John points out that only one car is needed to get here. Not strictly true as recently promoted Ritchie (from Little Ritchie) is making his own way from his farm and Stuart from Hartlepool.

On offer tonight are three beers: Stormy, Peg Leg and Darkness.

First out the pump is Peg Leg, a cool light and fruity ale. It’s abv is 4.5% and has an ebu of 28. A very simple recipe using Maris Otter pale malt and bobek hops. For the aroma hops Rob has used Bobek again with a very precise measurement of ‘a handful.’ The final gravity is a very low 1.007 for all you aficionados.

Next we try Stormy. Again a very simple recipe with Maris Otter, Crystal Rye malt and Challenger hops. Some readers may remember Our Glorious Leader’s opinion of Rye Malt, which he wouldn’t give house room. The ale has a healthy abv of 4.6% and ebu of 30. Again the gravity is low at 1.007.

Darkness is a low alcohol dark beer (3.9%) made up of Maris Otter, Black Malt and Roast Barley. Heaven knows how much hops Rob used as the ebu is 40 and the Alpha Acid of Saaz hops is only 3.5%. He reckons he used Palisade as well but our stocks of that particular hop are all but finished; age wise as well as weight. It is difficult to categorise this beer as it isn’t a porter nor a stout, and certainly isn’t a mild. Probably a lighter beer that’s been out in the sun. Gravity 1.011

At this point Jacko has to guess which two hops are in the Darkness – I know you know but Jacko didn’t – well, he hasn’t read this review yet, has he? So he sets off by telling us what they ain’t; Fuggles, Challenger, Target, Cascade..... okay, now tell us what they are. He had to be told in the end, or at least given a few clues.

The evening kicks off with Our Glorious Leader bangin’ on about how he had to throw 10gallons of beer out because the yeast he used was “sh**e!”

I brough a magazine that I picked up called ‘CHEERS’ edited by champion beer writer Alistair Gilmore of Newcastle Journal fame. Issue 2 has coverage of the North-East’s latest brewery. Mithril. And with Pete’s face staring up from the page we each read the article.

From behind the dust covers Rob brings out a long rod with a tap at one end. It is used for dispensing beer from certain barrels. Next he brings out a cornelius! To the layman a cornelius is a beer/lager keg originally used for lemonade and the like. It is a vessel that is easy to clean and can withstand very high pressure. They would be ideal for our stall at the next Darlington Beer Festival which is in September at the Arts Centre. Come along and have a free taste of what we can brew. Those brewing for the ‘do’ are OGL, Rob, Jacko, Big John and recently promoted Ritchie. Anyway, we now get a lesson on how to fill, unfill, put valves here and there and one or two other snippets before, (low and behold), Rob reveals more corneliuses (cornelii), barrels and other paraphernalia related to brewing. He is a regular jackdaw is our Rob.

Lasagne is our meal tonight and very nice it is too; gives Stuart a chance to tell everyone of his sailing exploits of a couple of weeks ago. He took his boat down to Scarborough to race over to Holland. (Use Google Maps at this point and keep the website open as you will need it later on.) He did very well, or at least he arrived at his destination. Then went on to tell us about sails and rigging; sailing into the wind, and out; navigation; and many other gizmos that help the stranded, if not lost, mariner on the high seas.

On the subject of sailing, Hartlepool has played host to the ‘Tall Ships’ races. Races that have won international acclaim. Competition is fierce between the 80 or so vessels but all come together at Hartlepool marina, where thousands of people from all over Britain descend upon this coastal resort(!) to marvel at the boats, the crew and to enjoy an interesting day out. What could go wrong? If you are Our Glorious leader, anything can go wrong. He decided to take Mrs Glorious Leader and grandchildren on the bus to Hartlepool. First and foremost there seems to be no direct bus from Darlington to Hartlepool so OGL went via Stockton. Eventually arriving at his destination, he and his entourage have a mosey round Hartlepool. At this point he is no where near the ships! And this is how it remains for the rest of his visit. Having tired themselves out wandering around the uninteresting bits of the town, they decide that enough is enough and go to the bus stop for the lift back home. Google maps at the ready, dear reader, for OGL has not finished this day out. Buses, it seems, don’t go back the way they came so no going back home via Stockton – oh no! Our intrepid adventurer has to come back via Peterlee.

Ah well! You may be envious of me spending the next few months until Christmas over in Dubai, and very nice it is too! One drawback is, of course, no real ale. Only lager and usually Heineken at that. And it costs in excess of £4 a pint.

And so, dear reader, I close this extended edition in the knowledge that reviews will probably not get written in my absence; the ‘malt run’ will have it’s dates changed at least twice; there’ll be something wrong with yeast; the group will talk about me in my absence in a derogatory manner.....

.....but, hey! they are not bad blokes, really. ‘Beer of the Night’ is Stormy.

 

[Home] [Members Bars] [Group Meetings] [Malts] [Hops] [Brewing Stuff] [Links] [Beer of the night] [Reviews 2009] [Reviews 2010] [Reviews 2011] [Reviews 2012]

Copyright Darlington Traditional Brewing Group (2002)

 

Website Designed & Maintained by mrtwebdesign © All Rights Reserved.