This month's edition of The Session sees Allistair Reece asking us about pilsners.
I know zippo about pilsners. I never went on one of those five-day long weekend holidays to Prague that made me a drive-by insta-expert. I never lived there spreading the cultural imperialism of English as a Second Language either. When I was teaching overseas after university standing before a group of sweaty ignorant teens in 1991-92, I went to northern Poland and drank Gdanski. So I can tell you all you might want to know about tripe soup and how to say bad words in another Slavic language. When I worked in Aalsmeer in the Netherlands in 1986 I drank a lot of the local big named stuff - Grolsch, Amstel and Heinekin - and even learned how to pronounce the first one "[hork]-rols-[hork]"... but I am not sure that is what Alistair is thinking about. It's not like I pretended. When I needed Czech-based pilsner content, Evan wrote a post. Why pretend? It's not that I haven't experienced beers branded as pilsner. But I've never heard the mermaids sing about it. Is it maybe that pilsner gets lost in the shuffle of the more generic "lager" thing now and in the past? It has suffered indignities at the hands of craft even when others make honest efforts.
You know, in 2006 I made something of an admission when I wrote "I just can't imagine when I am supposed to crave steely stoney dry grassiness." Is that it? It's just not my thing?