Festbier

Before the days of rampant capitalism came to our rescue, humanity had the horrible and relentless misfortune of having to live according to the seasons. Cabbage in the winter, asparagus in the spring and if you wanted berries well then you just had to wait till the end of summer. Beer however was a non-negotiable commodity. Sure, we can all go periods without asparagus, but beer? No, thank you. We’d be a far more advanced civilisation if we couldn’t drink beer all year round. In fact, we’d bet our brewery that we’d have terraformed Mars by now. And as that man who does the electric cars seems to think it’s a good idea, it’s our inclination to therefore assume it’s an abysmal idea. Yes, a life without hangovers, anxiety, regret and dadbods seems a life not worth living. Because what would we have the good times to compare against? But, I’ve lost myself, where were we? Caves, yes, caves. Although I hadn’t mentioned them yet, this is where this was always heading. If the electric car man is looking out of this world, then we’re most certainly looking in. And what’s inside the caves you ask? Well, beer, obviously. Medieval Germany was the epicentre of commercial beer production in Europe, and its vast cave storage played a large part. Once a beer was brewed, it was stored in cool, consistent Bavarian caves ensuring it tasted fresher for longer. This was especially important given that it was illegal to brew during the summer months. But, once the summer months passed and autumn Show Less