It had been several years since my last visit to Olympia,
which took place in
2016, and as that occasion was the opening day
Trade
Session, it’s difficult to make comparisons with what I experienced this time
around. Before describing the
2019 event, it’s worth mentioning that this
blog
has covered
Great British Beer Festivals from
2009, 2012, 2014 as well as
2016.
I also did a write-up of
2017’s event; even though I wasn’t actually there!
Two things persuaded me to go along this year, the first
being the good report I received about last year’s event from two members of my
team from work. Admittedly
2018 was their first ever
GBBF, but they came back
full of praise. I was several thousand miles away at the time, travelling to a
location just outside
Washington DC,
for the
American Beer Writer’s Conference, but the pictures my colleagues
posted on
Facebook did rather make me wish that I was there, at
Olympia,
sharing the experience with them.
There were no such clashes this year, but the thing which
really inspired me to go along, was the well-illustrated and extremely positive
write-up in CAMRA’s BEER magazine; the award-winning, quarterly publication,
sent out free to all CAMRA members.
So with my mind made up I decided it was high time to renew
my acquaintance with the
Great British Beer Festival, with one proviso. I
didn’t want to pay the rather steep admission charge, so instead I applied for
a
Press Pass
- something any beer writer is entitled to do.
CAMRA, quite naturally, will
expect in return, a good write-up of the event, and I feel I have done this
without compromising my integrity as a writer.
I don’t feel guilty either
about depriving CAMRA of potential revenue, as not being a life member, the
organisation have taken more than enough money in membership fees from me, over
the years. Besides, without the Press
Pass, I wouldn’t have attended, and
I wouldn’t have spent forty quid or so on beer and food.
I arrived at Olympia,
shortly after midday, after a pleasant,
but rather slow journey on the Number 9 bus from Charing Cross.
Sitting on the top deck gave me views of central London
that I would not have experienced had I taken the tube. I joined the queue,
which snaked around Olympia, before
making my way up to the Press Office to collect my pass. After that, I was in and ready to start drinking!
I’d arranged to meet up with prolific blogger and champion
GBG ticker, Retired Martin for what would be his first visit to the Great
British Beer Festival. We’d agreed to rendezvous at bar B11, where there was a
selection of Cornish beers on sale, although not Doom Bar, much to Martin’s disappointment.
I started off with an enjoyable half of Kor Dogel, an easy
drinking pale, hoppy ale from Padstow Brewery. It wasn’t long before Martin
showed up; I can’t remember what he had as I wasn’t keeping score, although I
do recall that sometime, quite early in the proceedings, he had a beer from
Arkells of Swindon. Arkells of course, are a long established brewery and are
one of the few remaining, independent family brewers to have survived into the
21st Century.
Continuing the old family brewer theme, a little later on in
the day, I decided on a glass of Holden’s Black Country Bitter; another old
fashioned, but very quaffable bitter which brought back memories of visits to
the West Midlands.
The pair of us had a good wander around, bumping into fellow
blogger
Tandleman on the way. We paid a visit to the foreign beer bar he was
working on, where I went for a glass of
Kellerbier, an unfiltered beer from
St.Georgen BrÀu of
Buttenheim, a large village between
Bamberg
and
Erlangen in the
Franconia
region of northern
Bavaria.
The beer was good, being cool, full-bodied and well-hopped,
but somehow it didn’t taste the same as it did the day, nine years ago, when
son Matthew and I sat in the shady beer garden, on the edge of Buttenheim,
knocking back several half-litres of this delicious beer, served in traditional
stoneware mugs. If proof were needed that location and actually being there,
adds provenance to a beer, then this was it!
We had a couple more beers between us, noticing that the
hall was starting to get quite busy. I still wouldn’t say it was heaving, and
there was very little waiting to be served.
Martin was getting itchy feet, and told me he was aiming to catch a
certain train. Before he left I had what for me was one of the best beers of
the festival in the form of Heart & Soul; a really tasty 4.4% session IPA
from Vocation Brewery.
Martin had been drinking Vocation beers the night before, in
Leeds, at a special event to commemorate Beer Leeds
blogger and writer, Richard Coldwell who sadly passed away at the end of June.
He told me Vocation has some rather good beers on tap, including a special one
in Richard’s memory.
Martin departed soon afterwards and, as it turned out,
leaving when he
did was the right decision, because later in the afternoon, a
large chunk of the UK
national rail network was knocked out by a massive power outage, leaving trains
and their passengers stranded. I, in the meantime, wandered off to grab a bite
to eat.
There were plenty of different food stalls to chose from, so
I had a pasty from the Crusty Pie Company, plus a bacon roll from the Real
Sausage & Mash stand. It was around this time that I too was thinking of
following Martin’s example, but a half of Adnam’s 5.0% Dark Side of the Moon, a
rather interesting marshmallow and coconut stout, plus the equally interesting
Smokin’ Gun Porter, from Big Hand Brewing Company, set me off on a quest to
find the group of friends from West Kent CAMRA, who I knew would be sitting
upstairs in the gallery area, where there were plenty of tables and benches.
I must have walked past them a couple of times, before a
text alerted me to where they were sitting. I sat down and joined them, and
that was where the rot set in. It involved quite a few more beers, another
pasty and a 9.15pm departure, but on
the plus side, there was plenty of interesting, and useful conversation.
One of the beers I sampled was another survivor from the
past; this time XXX 4.3%, a ale from the Three Tuns brew-pub in the picturesque Shropshire
village of Bishop’s
Castle. I’d only sampled this beer on one previous occasion, and that was in
1976, as a student.
A girlfriend and I had driven with a friend, all the way
from Rugely in Staffordshire, to Bishop’s Castle, with the express purpose of
enjoying a few pints of the Three Tuns “home-brewed” beer. The beer was well
worth the long and tiring drive, and drinking it 43 years later at GBBF,
brought back fond memories. I have to say though, that this was another example
of location and occasion adding provenance.
Some final thoughts, as I’ve waffled on far longer than
intended. First I felt that CAMRA really had taken all the criticisms from
previous years on-board and addressed them in a professional and positive
manner. The bars seemed better laid-out than hey were three years ago, and they
were much easier to navigate.
The food stands were plentiful and what they were offering
was good. My only gripe was the absence of the Piper’s Crisps stand, or indeed
any crisps at all. There was live music, for those that wanted it, and Swallow, the band
Martin and I saw and heard briefly, were very good. Another major positive at GBBF, was
the beer quality, which was very good. The same could about the range, although
once you’ve had six or seven halves, they all start tasting the same, and
you’re never going to make a dent in the 1,000 + beers on sale at the event.
There were a few moans about high prices, although I
personally didn’t really notice, as I was drinking either half pints or thirds.
Also, considering the substantial overheads involved in staging an event like
GBBF, in the heart of
London, these
factors have to be considered when setting the beer prices, and whilst some
were undoubtedly on the dear side, there were still a few bargains to be had,
if you looked around.
Finally the attendance figures. My friends, who are regular
attendees, thought the attendance at this year’s event was again down on
previous years. This also became obvious to me, as the evening progressed. I’m
not sure why this should be, although perhaps people are becoming blasé towards
the event, despite CAMRA’s best efforts.
There may be other factors involved as well, such as
conflicting events taking place at the same time, but despite all this I’m
still glad I went, even though it will probably be several more years until my
next GBBF.
If you haven’t been, do give the event a try, and despite the
odd minus, there are a lot more pluses!