I have very little interest in beer, or the process of making it. The only possible purpose of a brewery tour is the chance to get the beer the way intended at the end.
But hats off to Banks’s (a.k.a. Marston’s) whose tour I joined along with a small bunch of pubby ne’er-do-wells last Wednesday.
The tour will mainly be of interest to those of you who like walking past giant metal vessels wearing a yellow fluorescent jacket and enjoy the smell of malt. I’m sure you can read all the technical specs and stuff in Richard Coldwell’s beautiful report.
I was just surprised how old-fashioned it all was, given this is the biggest cask factory in the world. A remarkably cheerful place, though the Wanderers being on the brink of the Premiership may have something to do with that. Frankly our guide Alex, originating from Sunderland, had no right to be as cheery as he was.
Alex may not have been a former Head Brewer, but he was well-informed, and remarkably candid about the business side of Marston’s, and freely gave his views on the best places to drink in Wolves. I liked him a lot, except when he admitted they may make Bass and Pedi here.
For what it’s worth, I reckoned the Brewery Bar has the best beer in town. They put on fresh barrels for each day’s tour group, and the freshness showed.
Annoyingly, Richard has much better photos than me again. But he didn’t have the better beer. Alex poured my Pint of Mild (neck to the bottom of the glass), and out came the beer of the year so far (NBSS 4.5).
Other folk poured their own into half-pint glasses, compounding their folly.
Unless you’re invisible* and can sneak in and help yourself, you’ll have to go on the tour to get a pint of this amber (no pun) nectar. But if you want to see how good our most unheralded beer can be, you really should.
*This blog in no way condones invisibility.