De Garre – Bruges

Although it’s a couple of years old now, for some reason this post seems to be getting lots of hits at the moment, probably as folk plan Belgian beer expeditions. I like it as it brings back lots of fond memories, so I thought I’d post it again. Sorry for the self-indulgence if you’ve read it before…

P1010907To find this place you either stumble across it, or have to purposely search for it, for us thanks to the “Around Bruges in 80 Beers” guide-book and the map reading skills of “pathfinder Rachie” (the wife), it was the latter.

Although centrally located on the main tourist trail and only 100 yards from the main Bruges Markt square, De Garre remains discretely hidden from the less discerning beer tourist, tucked away down a tiny cobbled alley (De Garre) off Breidelstraat. Clientele ranged from the obviously regular local folk each having what seemed to be their own favourite chair, to beer enthusiasts and folk that were very probably lost…

The main room itself is quite small in cafe/bar terms, probably 18 feet by 18, with a small apertured high bar facing you as you venture up the ancient worn stone steps, a tiny winding staircase aside the bar leading to the upper drinking gallery.
Once inside the feeling is like stepping back in time. Being a fan of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, it reminded me of the scene in The Prancing Pony where the hobbits first met Strider, huge gnarled oak beams, stone floor, simple wooden tables clustered together all baring glasses of foaming ales.

Dating back to the 1700’s, De Garre is one of those places where the gentle atmosphere and ambience has your mind wondering how many people have sat here before you. What joys, tragedies, laughter, crimes or drunken buffoonery have these tine four walls witnessed in their lifetime?

Garre Tripel – 11%


Although they have a reasonable beer menu at De Garre, I was only after one in particular at the recommendation of Mark, co author of “real ale reviews” blog. This was the leg weakening De Garre house “Garre Tripel”, I was not alone as almost every table had at least one.

The Tripel arrived in two large goldfish bowl like glasses, with the thick white creamy head massively outweighing the liquid content by about three parts to one, there being only about three-quarters of an inch of beer sitting at the base. Either by sensing our unconscious looks of disappointment or by the daily experiences of newcomers to his bar, the barman softly whispered “wait, it will come”.

Each tray of beer is served with a small portion of chopped cheese, which I’m led to believe is a compatible match for most Belgian beer, it was soft, creamy and when finally, patience rewarded we got to taste the Garre Tripel went perfectly with the beer

The beer itself has aromas of yeast and biscuits with slightly grassy hoppy notes. Once through that thick long lingering head, the first thing that hits you is the smooth malty flavour that disguises the alcoholic strength better than some half the same ABV. Garre is quite sweet for a Tripel which I suspect is due to the heavy alcohol, it has a smooth full-bodied creaminess in the mouth which perfectly compliments the peach and light citrus flavours. The finish is easy-going with evidence of hop bitterness but lightly so.

Garre Tripel is only available on the premises so you really need to make an effort and find it if ever you visit Bruges, all in all a fantastic experience and one we repeated whilst in the city. The beer can be purchased in 1.5 litre bottles to take away but we refrained from buying one preferring to keep the memory of the visit alive.

A final word of warning, at De Garre I’m told they will only ever serve you three house Tripel beers in one sitting, I didn’t test the theory but probably suggest that it’s a wise move..

Your own personal Jesus

EvenMoreJesus_label-465x346Your own, personal, Jesus someone to hear your prayers, someone who cares..

Now I’m not suggesting that you should seek solace in a bottle during troubled times, but if you were of a mind, you could do a lot worse than this dark and brooding little bottle of deliciousness from Danish brewery Evil Twin.

P1100724Up until September of last year I’d tried only a couple of beers from Evil Twin, these were Yin and Yang, a pair of beers designed to make up the ultimate black and tan as demonstrated admirably by Ghostdrinker in the picture, read his review here.

That all changed in September though when I visited the Borefts beer festival at De Molen brewery in Bodegraven.

Evil Twin were one of the invited guest breweries present and my god did their beers rock, the good folks there-present lapped them up big style. The beer list they arrived with came and went, each time you returned to the bar, another had the words “SOLD OUT” hastily scribbled next to it. Somehow, from nowhere, more beers turned up and very quickly went the same way and all were soon again long gone whilst many others around them lagged behind.

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The sign-writing may not have been up to the mark but the beers were a revelation, Hey Zeus, an imperial stout laced with liquorice and chilli was one of my top five beers of the weekend, Molotov Fruit Cocktail Impy Double IPA (irresistible name for a beer) was not far behind and for anyone in the UK close enough to be able to visit a Brewdog bar, available on keg at most of them at the time of writing this.

IMG_5435Even More Jesus is an Imperial Stout coming in at a whopping 12%abv. It pours as black as old motor oil into the glass, but forms this amazing copper brown head. Imagine molten rich milk chocolate whisked to a meringue-like froth and you’re somewhere close (this picture doesn’t do it justice).

The smells are amazingly intense. Masses of chocolate and coffee, stewed prunes in sweet baked rice pudding, warm molasses and a hint of kipper smokers flat cap, it’s smokey man..

You take a taste and are rewarded with a humongous mouthful of big old flavours. Chocolate of course leads the way coupled with dark roasted bitter coffee beans. Seared whisky barrel oak brings a pleasant but not overpowering smoke to the party mellowed by rich boozy rumtoft fruits and fresh malted bread. All these tastes are huge but still somehow manage to come across mellow and smooth, there’s no harshness here at all.

Even More Jesus coats every corner of the mouth with a thick oil-slick coating of delicious flavour that takes about as long to clear, make this your last beer of the night and savour every moment.

Luxurious, stunning, POSH?

Reach out and touch faith, go on, it’s over there, right next to the Soft Dookie…

STOP PRESS!

A tune to celebrate..

Cheers

Rebel Rebel

IndyMan, you remember that right?

Even if you weren’t lucky enough to attend you must have been comatose not to have noticed the furore that followed what was for me at least the best beer festival ever, be that on blogs, twitter or word of mouth. Well that was where I had my first proper taste of Tiny Rebel

I walked in, massively excited at the prospect of an awesome day of beer and immediately faced a dilemma, what beer to try first?

I scanned the along the wide expanse of the cask bar and stopped, one pump clip leapt from the bar, a spinning, whirling mass of jaggedy edges, clip fixings, fire and lightning. It screamed HADOUKEN in a slightly stereotypically oriental voice, drop kicked me between the eyes and before I knew it was back on its hand pull, a slightly smug smile on its plastic, flat face.

OK, OK, there may have been an ever so slight air of exaggeration there, but for anyone who grew up playing Street Fighter, you’ll at least get where I’m coming from. Anyway, tonight, I’m back there again, memories flooding back as I tuck into a bottle of Hadouken magic.

First off lets look at the Tiny Rebel branding, modern, bold, clear, simple and instantly recognisable, I just love it. I love it so much in fact I’d better get this bottle open…

It smells incredible, there’s an immediate hit of fruit bubblegum balls, the type you used to get in jars. Stick your nose in and try to pick your favourite from the kaleidoscope of colours that bizarrely whirl around your nostrils. Then more, candied strawberry, melon and a slightly savoury twist, lets take a stab at salted caramel, it’s one of the best smelling beers I’ve had for a good old while..

The taste is much more contained, but nonetheless pleasingly good. There’s a sweetness there but its very much restrained, like Chun Li bound tightly with the bitterest of bitter hop shackles.

There’s a sort of softness underpinning the whole thing, a warm malted bready-ness that carries the whole thing along nicely, but again can’t override the resinous, grapefruit pith hop bitterness that coats the tongue with every mouthful and lingers long.

This is a seriously good beer, Amplified IPA it has scrawled graffiti style on the label and it certainly lives up to that. I can’t wait to get stuck into the rest.

Cheers

*Massive thanks to Chris Dixon, who very kindly lugged these from the West Midlands for me, top bloke and worth a Twitter follow if you love good beer.