Yesterday's post was a great success. I had Garrett Oliver calling my ideas rubbish. I'm moving up in the world. It used to just be my kids and drunks on the street that insulted me. Don't shoot the messenger is what I say.
Now we're on the topic of style evolution, you know that old one about London Porter dying out in WW I because the government wouldn't let them make dark malts? Well . . . . I had a good look at the Whitbread Porter logs for 1914 to 1919 last time I was at the London Metroploitan Archive. OK, I didn't really look at them there, I just photographed them. Guess what I found? It was quite a surprise, I can tell you.
In 1914 Whitbread Porter . . . . . damn. It's time to go to Centraal Station to catch the train to Cologne. My tale will have to wait until tomorrow.
The blackest day - I confess that I have been most remiss in my marking of International Stout Day up until now. 2017's iteration would likely have passed me by also, were it...
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