18 May 2012

Adnams Broadside and airports

The beer

Adnams Broadside is deep copper with a beige hat.











It smells like a brewery should: damp grain.

Initially, you believe that malty, sweet cereal (Frosted Shreddies?) flavours dominate, but if you engage your brain, and listen to what the beer is telling you, you'll notice a precise, delicate hop profile.

Orange marmalade.


Broadside is in fact quite dry.

It's not quite as good as Adnams' stunning Southwold Bitter, which is easily in my top five bitters of all time list, but it is a great beer.


The aviation facility


I quite like them really.








Okay, it takes fucking ages to get through the bastards, but I weirdly like the ritualistic processes.

Yes, that does make me some kind of masochist.

And that moment when you get through all the did-you-pack-this-yourselfing and shoe-taking-offing and emerge blinking into the glory of the departure gate, with all its resplendent shops and eating establishments, is golden.

Unless the post-security area is a living hell. Geneva, I'm looking at you.


The match

Luckily, I'm at Gatwick Airport's South Terminal, which is a pleasant enough area to kill an hour or so in.

Especially when it has a Wetherspoon's.

Say what you like about this monolithic pub chain, but for me, the fact that there's one in almost every major UK airport is a great thing.

It means you are almost certainly guaranteed to be able to get a decent pint of something decent.

Hell, the Flying Horse here at the South Terminal even has a Cask Marque. If that still means something.

And Wetherspoon's were responsible for my best ever airport beer experience, the monumental day when I wandered in to a different Gatwick Wetherspoon's and discovered the utterly brilliant Ballast Point Calico Amber Ale to be on.

I didn't write about it because I couldn't possibly begin to describe the range of emotions I went through.

Needless to say, it was almost spiritual.

My worst ever airport beer experience was at LAX, where I got stung for $9 for a Samuel Adams Boston Lager in a shitty faux-Mexican bar – the only option at the time.

But even that was okay really.

Because, regardless of the specifics of the venue and the beer, the post-security / pre-flight limbo is a perfect time to sit down, relax and have a beer.

Heading off on holiday?

Well, time to get the party started.

Heading home from holiday?

One last huzzah before you return to normal life.

Heading away on business?

Well, screw them for making you go all that way, time for a beer.

Returning from a business trip?

You're not really going to get any more work done today, so, you know, may as well have a beer.

It just makes sense.

And when it's a great beer like Broadside, it would just be plain rude not to indulge.

Only one mind, being half cut on a plane is not cool. Although I do have a plane drink (not beer) that I only ever drink on planes. If you've ever caught a flight with me, you'll know what it is.

Unfortunately, this Wetherspoon's is rapidly filling up with proper mentals, and I have to drink up quicker than I would have liked, as I'm deeply intolerant.

Oh well, off to Dixons.

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