Brüe
Today's adventure involved a trip to "The Brewing Experience" in Scarborough where Gavin, Paul, Ryan and myself bottled some beer.
Nothing too exciting about the actual process. I mean, all the pipes and and valvues were fun to play with but the real exciting part was the shifty character running the opperation.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon when we got there, and this man was drunker than drunk. Absolutely blitzed. He staggars around the place a little, showing us how to sanatise our bottles and how to put the beer in them. He then proceed to bust out some grody old mugs and pour us all a beer, which I am sure is illegal. Then, in flagrant opposition to the no smoking signs he pulls out a cigarette and lights up. Almost as if he realised what he was doing, he dissapeared until his smaoke was gone.
Some time passes, and somebody shows up to bottle some wine. This new guys looks a little like Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys. Bubbles is a bit of a whiner. He complains about how his machines aren't working properly. So Drunk Brewery Guy looks over his shoulder at us, and he has the most sarcastic look on his face. He proceeds to say "awww..." in an "aww, muffin" sarcastic tone of voice. Bubbles doesn't catch on he's being made fun of.
As we're paying just before we leave, the phone rings and Drunk Brewery Guy answers with a word that sounded something like "Nyrnr?" and mumbles something about "brewing." He looks at us and waves us away with a lethargic twitch of the arm, telling us we could go and everything was okay with the payment.
When we got home, we busted out the Sharpies and started to decorate our bottles (to tell who's beer is who's). Anything that says Brüe is mine. Gavin's Burough Beer with the gun drawn on, well, that's Gavin's. Cap'n Oat's XXX is Ryan's, and Paul's is just Paul's.
Bottle your own beer. It's an experience you won't regret.
Nothing too exciting about the actual process. I mean, all the pipes and and valvues were fun to play with but the real exciting part was the shifty character running the opperation.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon when we got there, and this man was drunker than drunk. Absolutely blitzed. He staggars around the place a little, showing us how to sanatise our bottles and how to put the beer in them. He then proceed to bust out some grody old mugs and pour us all a beer, which I am sure is illegal. Then, in flagrant opposition to the no smoking signs he pulls out a cigarette and lights up. Almost as if he realised what he was doing, he dissapeared until his smaoke was gone.
Some time passes, and somebody shows up to bottle some wine. This new guys looks a little like Bubbles from Trailer Park Boys. Bubbles is a bit of a whiner. He complains about how his machines aren't working properly. So Drunk Brewery Guy looks over his shoulder at us, and he has the most sarcastic look on his face. He proceeds to say "awww..." in an "aww, muffin" sarcastic tone of voice. Bubbles doesn't catch on he's being made fun of.
As we're paying just before we leave, the phone rings and Drunk Brewery Guy answers with a word that sounded something like "Nyrnr?" and mumbles something about "brewing." He looks at us and waves us away with a lethargic twitch of the arm, telling us we could go and everything was okay with the payment.
When we got home, we busted out the Sharpies and started to decorate our bottles (to tell who's beer is who's). Anything that says Brüe is mine. Gavin's Burough Beer with the gun drawn on, well, that's Gavin's. Cap'n Oat's XXX is Ryan's, and Paul's is just Paul's.
Bottle your own beer. It's an experience you won't regret.
posted by James @ 7:27 PM
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