The Session #48: Cask, Keg, Can, Bottle?

"All men have secrets and here is mine"

I've drank beers you people wouldn't believe.

Cask Thornbridge Jaipur served on gravity to give it the kind of excited head that you could only dream about as a teenager.

Keg laaaaager from an unpronounceable and long-forgotten brewery that glittered in the glass and unlapsed your synapses down by the Brandenburg Gate.

Cans of Grolsch by the slab, powering you through three days of festivals (motor or music) because they were allowed on site, could be kept cool and gave you something to chuck at each other. And made your wee smell funny.

Bottles of Orval whipped off the bottling line and downed in one as the most insane elevenses tipples that you could imagine.

All those moments will be lost in time...

... unless I blog about them again.

Cask, keg, can, bottle?

Never mind the medium - here's the message:

Good beer is where you find it.

Time to drink...