Today, Mrs Cooper and I took advantage of a gift experience that’d been purchased for us by her dad. Off to Brewhouse and Kitchen we went for a burger and a beer tasting master class (we were originally scheduled to do it this evening but changed the time to 2pm as Mrs C tires easily… and this is the reason why I made a very bad decision)
As I understood it we’d arrive, eat our burgers and then try some beers afterward, so went there having not eaten anything at all. I got it wrong. You arrive, get your beers and then they bring food at the end of the tasting session. The fact that I am able to type this at all is miraculous, I am seriously under the affluence of incohol.
The guy (big up to Bruno) who did the session was ace, he totally catered for Mrs C’s pregnant state by bringing her the boozy beers to smell but also bringing her non-alcoholic versions so she’d have something to drink. And he was impressed with my beer knowledge so kept bringing me extras that weren’t even on our tasting menu that he thought I’d like. Top lad.
I drank my beers, I drank Mrs Cooper’s beers, I drank the six or so extras he kept appearing with. On an empty stomach. I am a ruinous pile of a man right now. I barely remember eating the burger or the drive home. And when we arrived back at the house, my monthly beer delivery from the good folk at Beer52 was waiting in the front porch… I might leave it an hour or two before dipping into that 🤢
Here’s a picture of our ale-laden table… some glasses had already been cleared at this point:
As I understood it we’d arrive, eat our burgers and then try some beers afterward, so went there having not eaten anything at all. I got it wrong. You arrive, get your beers and then they bring food at the end of the tasting session. The fact that I am able to type this at all is miraculous, I am seriously under the affluence of incohol.
The guy (big up to Bruno) who did the session was ace, he totally catered for Mrs C’s pregnant state by bringing her the boozy beers to smell but also bringing her non-alcoholic versions so she’d have something to drink. And he was impressed with my beer knowledge so kept bringing me extras that weren’t even on our tasting menu that he thought I’d like. Top lad.
I drank my beers, I drank Mrs Cooper’s beers, I drank the six or so extras he kept appearing with. On an empty stomach. I am a ruinous pile of a man right now. I barely remember eating the burger or the drive home. And when we arrived back at the house, my monthly beer delivery from the good folk at Beer52 was waiting in the front porch… I might leave it an hour or two before dipping into that 🤢
Here’s a picture of our ale-laden table… some glasses had already been cleared at this point:
