As in many parts of the world, the “craft beer” scene is
flourishing in Poland;
well it’s certainly thriving in Krakow, as I discovered
on my recent visit. Admittedly I did go looking for it – after all what else is
a dedicated beer-lover supposed to do? But I’m sure that even without my active
involvement, I would have stumbled across some craft beer at some time during
my stay in the city.
Sunday evening marked my first night in Krakow.
I was tired after getting up early to ensure I made it to the airport in time
for my flight, and with the usual weekend engineering works affecting rail
journeys, my journey to Gatwick took longer than it would normally have done.
My flight was on time, and touched down at Krakow’s
John Paul
II Airport
in brilliant sunshine. I found engineering works affecting rail travel in Poland
as well, which meant a rail-replacement bus into the city centre. I was fine
with this as I was travelling light, with just “hand baggage,” so was able to
sit next to the window and enjoy the views of rural Poland, as we gradually
approached the suburbs of Krakow.
It was a relatively short walk from the main railway station
to my hotel, so after checking in and freshening up a bit, I headed into the
old town. This again was just a short walk, up through one of the pleasant,
tree-shaded green areas surrounding the old town. For the history buffs amongst
you, these areas of parkland, follow the site of the medieval walls which once
surrounded the city.
It wasn’t long before I reached the central market square
known as Rynek Glówny, where I halted a while to take in the scene along with capturing
some of the architecture on my camera. The square reminded me of Prague’s
old town square, especially the area around Týn
Church, and the sight of dozens of
people, sitting out under sunshades eating and drinking, reminded me I’d only
had a cheese and ham baguette since breakfast.
It was time to head off in search of both food and drink,
but as the market square is more of a rectangle, with a funnel-shaped section
at the southern entrance, I got quite disoriented. I was heading for C.K.
Browar; Krakow’s oldest brew-pub, but for reasons outlined above I was not only
looking at the map from the wrong angle,
I also failed to realise that the establishment was the other side of Planty
Park – see above.
Instead I found myself at the House of Beer, tucked away in
the heart of the old town. Fortunately this legendary bar was not overly
crowded, at 7pm, but even so I failed
to find an empty table and this meant I would have to sit at the bar. I
discovered that the place was self-service anyway, and perfectly OK to eat at the bar as well as drink, so after ordering
what turned out to be an excellent pulled-pork burger with fries - not very
Polish according to some of my work colleagues who hail from Poland, but I remain unrepentant,
I chose a beer from the extensive list.
Although House of Beer boasts that it stocks 150 different
beers, most of them are bottled, so by sticking to the list of 12 draught beers
available, I was able to narrow the choice down extensively. If I was being disloyal to the country’s
cuisine – albeit unknowingly, at least most of the draught beers were brewed in
Poland.
I’ve mislaid my beer notes at this particular moment, but I
do recall drinking two of the American style IPAs on the list – both half
litres, before finishing with a small (300ml) glass of Blackberry Stout. The
latter was shockingly sour, but surprisingly refreshing. It reminded me of a Belgian
Kriek, in terms of both flavour and tartness, and was a good beer to finish on.
With the inner man satisfied, I decided to call it a day. I
was in need of my bed, so I headed off in a southerly direction, skirting the
still busy Rynek Glówny Square,
and made my way back to the hotel. It was only 9pm, but despite the darkness I felt quite safe walking through the park. The only
real danger seemed to be from people whizzing up from behind on electric
scooters – a means of transport which seemed to be all the rage in Krakow.
It wasn’t long after wards that I was tucked up in bed and
dropping off to sleep after what, of me, had been a busy and rather tiring day.
Footnote: I found my way to C.K. Browar two days later. I
wasn’t over-impressed. It was lunchtime and the place was virtually empty.
Furthermore it smelt of drains – possibly something to do with its underground
location. If I have time, I will elaborate in a later post.