Thank you 2022, old friends and new so now let’s party in 2023.
As is tradition at this time of year it’s fun to look back on what we all did over the past 365 days.
Of course even the most travelled of us will spend most of our time at home.
And we’re blessed to live by the sea near one of the great cities, Edinburgh, which is why we have been fortunate to receive visitors from around the world.
Swish Swiss
Put them on a podium: With Fran and Myriam
Auld Reekie’s winds and bends have long captivated the most imaginative which is why it’s oft-used for film locations.
And that’s part of the fun of it all as even those who thought they knew Edinburgh’s streets found themself taking detours around building works.
Before alighting on the charming Ondine on George IV Bridge, in between St Giles’ Cathedral and the Camera Obscura.
Royal watchers, of course, would become acquainted with the historic Royal Mile and St Giles Cathedral.
With Queen Elizabeth taking up residence there in September (but more of that later).
We rounded off the afternoon warming ourselves with Scottish drink in the institution that is the Greyfriars Bobby pub which like Bobby we always come back to.
As we will Switzerland, and had, earlier in the year when we tarried as long as we could in Zurich airport and the Montreaux Jazz Cafe Geneva which does exactly what it says on the tin.
Ski and easy in Val D’Isere
Way to go Jo: In Val D’Isere
There was dancing in ski boots on the slopes of Val D’Isere too as skiing got back on the slopes after Covid.
It’s safe to say that I’m more comfortable at the apres than the ski as I raved at La Folie Douce.
And fell on the magic carpet up to the slopes.
With the help of my new amis I managed to stay upright on the mountains.
But it was now and beckoning me on from my Envoy Hotel window.
As was a return to my old haunt, the Irish Black Rose pub and Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market.
And a trek on the tracks to other wonders of New England in arty Providence in Rhode Island and kooky Connecticut with its academia and culinary pizza and hamburger heritage.
More America
Don’t forget the Motor City: Detroit
I wasn’t finished with the Oo Es of Eh, and it hadn’t had it with me either, and while we weren’t dancing in the streets of Detroit we were singing its praises.
Hoppy 4th July… let’s celebrate American Independence Day the way the founding fathers would have, with good ale.
Because while we think we can drink we have nothing on Washington, all the Adamses, Franklin and Co.
Colonial Americans drank roughly three times as much as modern Americans, primarily in the form of beer, cider, and whiskey.
And uisce beatha (Gaelic for water of life) is probably what the Spirit of 76 was all about.
Our old friends at Westward Whiskey in Portland, Oregon, have already been on.
And they’ve been showing off their wares with a new product for Independence Day.
And they remind us (OK, we didn’t know) that they begin their process by brewing an artisanal American Ale from scratch.
They use locally malted barley, ale yeast, and a slow, low temperature fermentation.
We love our American whiskies and we will return to them in due cours.
But to make the tortured pun in the title of today’s blog work it’s all about the beer on today’s Independence Day.
Drunken Sam
A bucket of booze: In boozy Boston
Sam Adams: Now the great Bostonian rabble-rouser spent so much time swigging ale in radical public houses that his enemies nicknamed him Sam the Publican.
Sam, of course, took it as a badge of honour, and the Bostonians repaid him by putting his badge on their beers.
If you’re going to throw the King’s best tea into the harbour you’d better disguise yourself which is why this act of sabotage was more like a Boston Tepee Party.
The patriots who hurled the crates of best leaf into the New England bay were we know now patriots.
But to the 55-strong British Crown crew on the three boats they looked like Indians.
The parties who file through the Boston Tea Party Museum would, of course, be strange to an 18th-century Bostonian.
But such is the attention to detail of the museum that our guides look, and sound, as if they’ve walked off the pages of history.
Oyez, oyez
We assemble, or are called oh-ye, oh-ye style, to a gathering in the Meeting House to discuss the tea tax imposed on Bostonians.
Historians, of which I am one, will recognise the speaker at the lectern as Samuel Adams.
While anybody who has spent any time in Boston will recognise him from his statue in the old town outside Faneuil Hall.
In the tap room and in his beer which you’ll see in our supermarkets now.
Say it again, Sam
Sink or swim: A conspirator
King George III would turn in his grave as he wanted to haul Sam’s treasonous hide over to England for his part in the destruction too.
He was after me too as it transpires… me a Scot Son of Liberty, James Swan, An insider in the tea industry.
Or at least it says so on the card, Mrs Storey, the feisty wife of a well-known physician, informs me.
She talks us through how we should respond to Sam’s oratory.
The usual cheering, stamping of feet and booing and hissing.
But also putting our thumbs to our noses and waving the other fingers at the object of our displeasure.
Fieing and blinding
While shouting Fie (pronounced fee).
All quite sedate and a much tamer f-word you might think but this could get you killed in 1774.
Liquored up though on rum punch shared in bowls down at the Green Dragon Tavern, near Quincy Market, the patriots are fired up.
Which might come as a surprise to a modern-day audience but Caribbean rum was popular then.
And the Crown had preceded the hated tea tax with a molasses tax, molasses being the sugar cane extract used for our fave drink.
The Boston Tea Party will give you a fuller, interactive and family-friendly reenactment of the Boston Tea Party.
All aboard
On the right side: With the rebels
You’ll board a boat, the Eleanor, and even get the chance to throw a crate over, though obviously it’s on a rope so won’t pollute the harbour.
While they also put on an entertaining film on Boston’s part in the Revolution.
And Adams and George III duke it out.
As they burst out of their framed pictures through that tech wizardry beloved of Harry Potter.
You’ll also get the chance to finish things off by sampling all five of the East Indian teas which were thrown into the harbour.
All without milk or sugar of course and all pretty insipid it must be said.
And which was another good reason to throw it into the water.
I’ll have a Sam
Taste of Boston: The five teas
Better head off to Samuel Adams’ Tap Room (he was a brewer).
Or of you have the good fortune to be staying at the Envoy Hotel just five minutes across the bridge.
As the last stop on your mini-New England tour sponsored by Aer Lingus and Amtrak.
You can retreat to your room and drink a can or two of his diverse range of craft beers.
Huzzah, as they say in these parts, at least in recreated 1774 Boston. For the Boston Tepee Party.
And judging by what a mess England are making of their cricket Test series in India, maybe they’ll go back to baseball.
There are few things more American than baseball.
And that obviously means that it came from somewhere else.
And this somewhere else is England where it had been a folk game.
Lord’s, the home of cricket, gave itself over to baseball for the first time when it hosted the Boston Red Stockings and the Philadelphia Athletics in 1874.
And Slugger Jimmy in the USA
So for all the big Wembley and Tottenham Stadium American Football matches it’s not a new phenomenon.
To bring American sporting franchises over to the Old Country.
We do, of course, have splendid memories of Aer Lingus‘s biennial American Colllege matches at the Aviva. Happy days!
In truth Beantown and Philly are winners when it comes to sport and you can’t visit without being touched by their love of their athletes.
Paris, non
Bravo: On World Cup final day
And the hairy-arsed Scots who make a biennial pilgrimage to Paris to converge around the Arc de Triomphe.
And watch their Bravehearts lose to Les Bleus were unable to do so this year.
So too did the Scotland rugby team whose match against Les Bleus of France was called off when the home outfit was hit by Covid.
Paris hasn’t always been kind to this hairy-arsed Scot either.
I had my butt kicked when I kipped down for the night in Paris Saint-Lazare railway station in my summer holiday down on the French Riviera after schoool.
The butt-kickers en force were the Gendarme…
And it wouldn’t be my first brush with the French law who took offence to me stopping the traffic in Saint-Raphael.
Let’s be Frank about Bruno
This year? When I’ll be back in Vegas
For those of us whose golden years (so far) were the Eighties Frank Bruno was ubiquitious, know what ah mean, Harry.
And his story was inexorably tied up with that of Mike Tyson’s though he was merely a punchbag for the Baddest Man on the Planet.
And a confession here. I didn’t take to American beer when I first visited the country back when I was 17.
Probably because I was below the legal drinking age, although it helps when your Auntie runs a bar, and a Queens institution at that.
And your cousin is a wild one.
But it’s just that Bud Lite or Miller Lite didn’t do it for me, too Lite, really.
I don’t have time to get my hair cut
But when I returned a few years later, for a summer working in Boston after university I discovered Sam Adams and that was it.
Now since I’ve become a regular visitor, and observer of America and all things American in recent years, I’ve made it a personal mission to sample more beer.
So here are my United Tastes of America.
Virginia blonde
This year’s blonde: in Virginia
Virginia: Now I love a beautiful blonde as much as the next man, I married one after all who is gooder than any.
So who was I to turn down a tour which incorporated two of my favourite things, Beer and Battlefields?
Happen the Union and the Confederate soldiers partook of some corn beer themselves before or after they took to the Manassas battlefield.
They deserved it.
And here am I at an old schoolhouse in Ben Lomond doing a tasting. Every day is a schoolday!
Mississippi sippy
And something worth singing about: Mississippi
Deep South; I swear I enjoyed an Ole Miss but maybe that’s just the beer talking.
Although there was a Sinister Minister (insert gag here).
This being the Deep South you want a good ole ranch-type bar where you can grab something (everything) deep fried with grits.
And whether it was just our party (or a thing) but cash in your vouchers for your beers… surely the answer in our Covid times.
Anyhoos in Memphis, Tennessee, Cleveland and Jackson, Mississippi I partook…. and I still think I’ve got a couple vouchers left in a drawer.
Beers to make you goofy
And drink it on the Big Bang set
Anaheim, California: And there’s always one… and usually two, three, four or five who take up the invitation to ask a question.
I mean do you really want to know about the mashing process when you could be drinking the best pale ale?
If you’re from the Orange County you’ve probably just be coming off the Socially Distanced Anaheim Oktoberfest.
But you will be interested in Anaheim Brewery‘s Beer to Go offers, Tuesdays through to Sundays.
In bottles (by the six-pack or case) with Anaheim 1888, Anaheim Gold, Anaheim Red, Anaheim Hefeweizen, Coast to Coast IPA and Oktoberfest IPA.
Or in growlers which are demi-packs – 150th Anniversary Ale, Fruity Wheat Anaheim 1888, Anaheim Gold, Anaheim Red, Anaheim Hefeweizen, Oktoberfest Lager and Coast to Coast IPA.
Colorado, the Golden Nirvana
And the Rockies water is the secret
Colorado: You’ve got to be able to back it up if you claim to be the beer capital of the States, but Denver can.
While Colorado boasts more than 425 breweries and counting.