I had no attack plan this time, other than finding the strongest most dangerous beer for my first pour, as is my custom.

High Brau meets low brow?

As usual when visiting Fifth Hammer at the start of a crawl, I didn’t manage to get out of there again until it was time to get the ferry back home… I never learn.

But, enough of that misery stuff, we should celebrate instead with a proper pie and a pint.

You know, those perfectly good classic brews that are combined in the cask with all manner of found objects; not limited to actual foodstuffs.

By the fourth round, the completist in me started showing up, and I just had to try a beer from each brewery that I had not yet approached...