Craft beer in America is a booming business these days. It seems that nowadays every little gas station has a chiller full of the local brews with a few state favourites and the demand for it in bars and restaurants is ever growing. Papago Brewing, though, is no zeitgeist surfer, they have been espousing the best refreshments in the Valley of the Sun since 2001. Not only that, but they also brew their own as well.
The first thing that strikes you on entering the bar, after the gigantic wooden statue of a native American, is the vast chiller* section. Taking up most wall opposite the bar, they are stocked with bottled beers from around the world but the majority of it is taken up with some of America’s finest. On the Belgian front, all the the big names are stocked like Chimay and Gulden Draak. As is usual in America, the English selection consists almost entirely of the big breweries and is kept at chiller temperature but in their defence this is Arizona and cool spaces are not easy to come by outside of a chiller. You would probably need oil company drills to dig very deep underground to get an English cellar temperature.
They also have a great range of draft beers with 30 taps on daily rotation and usually include an English beer though I have never sampled it there because…well, I can get plenty of that at home and why would I want the same old when I could get a real glass of Stone IPA from the tap?
Whilst like most craft breweries, Papago serves food including some amazing pizzas and soft pretzels, it still feels like somewhere you can while away the hours. There is even an internet-connected jukebox which can be operated via cell* phone apps. With the app allowing you to create playlists anytime, trying to find the most obscure music you can on it becomes an obsessive bar pastime, especially as the old CD jukebox had such sterling selection. However, for those who just want a quieter drink, there is a side room with no speakers in it so only those with the hearing of a bat will be able to tell what music is playing in the bar.
Arizona gets very hot most of the time and even in Winter, Scottsdale is still a t-shirt town. Papago is the perfect antidote, a vital desert watering hole offering an oasis of sanity and good taste.
*fridge. Seen as how I am talking about a bar in America, I might as well use the local lingo.
*mobile. See above
Returning to your old hometown is always a strange experience because everything changes. Developments and dereliction changes the whole face of your old stomping ground. Family businesses gobbled up by chains and thriving ends of town suddenly deserted. All my old drinking holes demolished, developed, rebranded or refurbished into oblivion. All except one.
When I first went drinking in Huddersfield in 1992, ale was the norm and every single town centre pub sold cask ales. Back then, the Rat & Ratchet was most noted for an excellent old jukebox and a Frank Zappa “Heavy Shit” poster. Yet as the big breweries switched to stabalised lager and novelty themes, the Rat & Ratchet somehow stood still. As the world around it changed, it became defined as a “real ale pub” simply by doing what it always did. Today they still have that excellent, very old jukebox and the “Heavy Shit” is still there.
I happened to revisit for the first time in four years to find the pub now has a brewery beneath and were having a beer festival celebrating their own beers. I was in a hops mood but managed to find something light, mellow and hoppy each time while still getting a different beer. Having been heavily dissappointed by another pubs own brews recently, it was good to see some quality being brewed down there. Long may the Rat continue. Heres to an IPA there in 2032.
A shopping mall is not normally somewhere you would go hunting for decent beer but they do things differently in Manchester. The Arndale Centre has two seperate food courts. The first on the top floor is just the usual fast food chains plopping out salt and cola. The second is hidden away on the High Street facing the Northern Quarter and this is where the magic happens: a strange mixture of food outlets ranging from grocery-type stores such as a butchers and an organic grocers to actual meal providers like an actual authentic Mexican food stall and….Micro Bar.
Run by the Boggart Brewery (creators of the very naughty Rum Porter which is part pint/part pudding) it is a thoroughly modern blend of cask ale and bottled beers from around the world. There will always be some Boggart beers on tap and special guests. The bottles take in Beligium, Britain and the USA.
You can sit right at the bar on stools for a traditional bar experience or wander off to sit by the window of the food court and enjoy some good food with your real ale. Micro Bar is a strange, unusual concept and one that really made me do a double-take when I stumbled upon it by chance. However, it somehow works. I think if all malls were like this, I wouldn’t hate them so much.
A small pub with a big personality. The pub consists of two small snugs and a lovely big riverside beer garden (the former hillside beer garden is now a private garden). The actual serving area in the bar we took was barely bigger than a hatch and shares counter staff with a post office/general store on the other side.
The bar has it’s own special beer called “Beckwatter” brewed for them by the North Yorkshire Brewery which went down very well and also enjoyed a pint of “Gun Dog” by Walls County Brewery too. Check our twitter page at http://twitter.com/#!/casktweets for more words on them.
Food-wise they just do sandwiches (called Beck Hole Butties) but the bread is exceptional and so is their chutney, so do not judge the menu on first appearances. The little snug can be a little too silent when filed only with tourists but once the regulars get in the atmosphere warms up nicely. The Birch Hall Inn is a lovely little pub in a great location. http://www.beckhole.info/bhi.htm
view from outside
interesting sight outside
a little phone jiggery-pokery to give you a wraparound view
Huddersfield has become a mecca for rail-riding ale lovers thanks to it’s impressive train station which manages to house two pubs on platform 1.
The two pubs both of offer a ride range of ales but offer two very different experiences. The Head of Steam does food, loud music and is a meeting place. However, the King’s Head (known for quite a few years as the Station Tavern) offers a more traditional pub experience and an oasis of calm. The prices are reasonable and the beer is well kept. They give the local breweries plenty of support but they also seem to get unique beers from furrther affield. There always seems to be something on from a brewery I have never heard of. This was an ale pub long before such things became trendy.
It is also one of those special pubs where you can pop in on your own and feel completely comfortable. More than a few album reviews for this site have been written in the King’s Head while waiting for the train. Long may it continue to be a much-needed dose of sanity.
despite the way this photo has turned out, the lighting is actually just right, not too bright, not too dark