What I did on the Pub Crawl

I decided that if you were interested in what I wrote yesterday, you'd want to know what it was like, so here are some remarks and some pictures.

We started at the Cambridge brewing company, which is an American brewpub with a lot of interesting beers brewed on site. Like most eating places that used to be factories, it can be pretty loud when it gets full, but that wasn't a problem yesterday at lunch time. I had their imitation Berliner Weisse, straight, although I concluded as I have the other times I've tried it straight that I like it better with the woodruff syrup. I also had the Mediterranean platter. I'd been there for lunch on Thursday, so people asked for my recommendations, and many of them ordered the Hefeweizen, which I've been buying in growlers and drinking at home all summer, and a Russian Imperial Stout which was a guest beef from the Stone Brewery in San Diego.

Then we moved to the Elephant and Castle downtown, where everyone ordered either Fullers London Porter or Fullers London Pride. They have similar hop profiles; I was glad I had the porter because I liked the extra taste of the roasted malts.

The next stop was Jacob Wirth's, which is known for its selection of German beers and food. But they've recently started having a cask ale on tap, and I believe in encouraging that, so that's what I ordered. It was something from Dogfish Head. It's a nice setting for drinking, with lots of wood and old posters and signs. I'd planned to have the cherry strudel, but I wasn't hungry yet.

After that I got tired of taking pictures, although the next place, The Other Side, is an interesting space that could have made a good picture. We were upstairs under the seemingly improvised vaulted skylight. I had a red beer with a French name, and a piece of cherry pie.

Everyone else had the same reaction I did to the idea of Cornwall's, and nobody was drinking their beers very fast by now and most people wanted some food, so we decided to skip the Cornwall's stop and go straight to The Publicke House in Brookline. I had something from the Scillie Brewery in Belgium. When it was time to move on, a few of us decided we'd be better off having food where we were than at the next stop, so I had something called The Publicke House Platter, with bread and cheese and salad and cold cuts, and a Framboise to go with it.

The food and beer were all good. Of the 10 or 11 people who came, most of them were people I wanted to talk to. So I enjoyed myself, but it was too bad that it's a dwindling institution. We used to get a couple of dozen people, including people from out of town who liked the idea of drinking with people who already knew their way around Boston.

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