You've Come a Long Way, Baby
2008.
A railway arch in South London. A corner of a rockshop warehouse in Huddersfield. Industrial units on the edge of the Peak District. Shoebox-sized rooms in the rear of pubs across London.
All waiting for world-class breweries to start.
Thornbridge were brewing on a secondhand kit squeezed into a converted stonemason's workshop. Brewdog were brewing cask.
London had yet to get a real hard-on for beer.
The thought of buying a locally brewed craft keg Black IPA in an English bar was unthinkable.
Five years later, British beer has come a long way.
Dare you imagine where it's going next?
Meanwhile... celebrate it, baby.
Praise it like you should.
Happy New Year. >
A railway arch in South London. A corner of a rockshop warehouse in Huddersfield. Industrial units on the edge of the Peak District. Shoebox-sized rooms in the rear of pubs across London.
All waiting for world-class breweries to start.
Thornbridge were brewing on a secondhand kit squeezed into a converted stonemason's workshop. Brewdog were brewing cask.
London had yet to get a real hard-on for beer.
The thought of buying a locally brewed craft keg Black IPA in an English bar was unthinkable.
Five years later, British beer has come a long way.
Dare you imagine where it's going next?
Meanwhile... celebrate it, baby.
Praise it like you should.
Happy New Year. >
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