Countries, Europe, Food & Wine

Putting our Hop in Zatec

As we get spooked by the warning of beer shortages because of climate change we’re putting our Hop in Zatec.

Hoptown was rightly given the recognition it so richly deserves last month with UNESCO awarding the Czechia town World Heritage status.

The first hop area in the world to be credited thus.

With Zatec becoming one of 17 sites at the heart of Europe, an honour the Czechs hold close to their hearts.

Just as they do their beer with our Czechs pals quick to tell you that more people drink beer in their country.

Per head of population compared to anywhere else in the world.

Here for the beer

Beer pals: On the beer hop

And few places take their beer more seriously than Zatec.

As we found when sampling its charms in the heady days before Covid.

Now it’s no exaggeration to say that Zatec only exists because of its beer.

With the town housing the highest concentration of buildings connected with hop processing and trade anywhere in the world.

Brewseum

With the best place to learn everything you ever need to know about hops right there in Hop Museum.

Where they’ll tell you that over their 700 years of turning hops into beer that they will regularly forego water for themselves.

So that the hops can get a drink… and they can get the rewards down the road.

Zatec runs to the cycle of time and life.

Clock this

Hands of time: The Zatec Astronomical Clock

So where Prague has its much-visited Astronomical Clock, Zatec has its Beer Astronomical Clock.

Where the diagrams on the clock face illustrate the dance with the devil of a drinker.

Not that that should put you off your Zatec bar Hop.

Watch this: The Prague Astronomical Clock

Because as they put the frighteners up us over our beer and the climate crisis.

We’re putting our Hop in Zatec.

And, of course, Czechia is one of our favourite getaways with Ryanair from £40.33.

Asia, Countries, Culture, Europe, Pilgrimage

Give us this Day – missing Mass

Nothing much got past my Dad… he had rows of the Western Catholic Calendar in his bookcase to check when I was missing Mass.

Which I did today… and I’m only hoping that he’s not telling The BIg Man although He sees everything anyway, a bit like my Dad.

I did get up for 10am Mass today, albeit I cut it a bit fine… the trouble was I got lost. Obviously.

I’m still getting used to my new town, North Berwick, near Edinburgh.

North Berwick RC church

And I can find it if I set out from my Outlaws where we were living when we first turfed up here a fortnight ago.

But not from my new demesne, near the North Berwick sign on the main road.

I also missed Mass last week in the Czech Republic.

But my Dear Old Mum who is still alive and kicking, going to Mass, and telling everyone what they’re doing wrong, says: ‘You don’t have to go when you’re on holiday.’

It’s just that I do… my mantra is go to where the locals pray and play.

Old Czech Protestant service

And so on my previous sortie into the Czech Republic www.czechtourism.com I stumbled upon the first Protestant Jan Hus… Hope springs eternal.

I caught up with the one we know better, Martin Luther, in Dresden Dresden’s renaissance.

While in Tobago I sought out a happy-clappy West Indian Mass… On your marks, get set, GOAT in Tobago and Give us this Day – Sunday School.

At the Blue Cross, Medjugorje

I’ve also been on pilgrimage.. to Lourdes The Lourdes prayer, Fatima Secret Portugal and Medjugorje What’s the story, Medjugorje? Wouldn’t you like to know.

Where I went to Mass every day and wore out my Rosary beads.

While there was also the Camino A pilgrim’s prayer and the Via Francigena Small roads lead to Rome and Jordan The water of life, Petra, and the sands of time.

Do I protest too much?

Bernadette and me in Lourdes

It’s not just Christian Masses though… I seek out Mosques in Istanbul Wham bam, thank you Hamam and Sarajevo.

And synagogues and Jewish history in the Czech Republic and Amsterdam Pictures of Amsterdam.

So, I’m ready for my penance… and, yes, I know the tariff off by heart by now. Three Our Fathers and three Hail Marys.

MEET YOU IN THE PEWS

Countries, Culture, Europe, Food, Food & Wine

Hungry and Thursday – Czech please

Onion soup is a pretty insipid idea – there’s no meat, and it’s not even the best vegetable. Mushrooms are.

But Czech soup? With its secret ingredient – beer!

And not any old beer, but beer from the Strahov Monastery Brewery http://www.klasterni-pivovar.cz in the Castle Area of Prague.

I’m only here for the….

Now I only found this out later in the evening. Not that I was complaining.

I asked Tomas, my waiter, which of the three beers illustrated on the menu he would recommend.

Soak it up

And he suggested ALL three. Welcome to Prague!

The amber beer the tasting notes say is for ghoulash which I will have for my main course (well, when in Prague).

See you at the bar

While the dark beer is for fish and the IPA for pate.

But Tomas suggests I just work through them all.

Last orders at the monastery

The ghoulash looks small around the dumplings but is surprisingly filling.

And the beauty of beef is that the chew factor allows you to enjoy its succulence for whole minutes on end.

By the time I got to the hoppy IPA I was already full and had decided to skip on the apple strudel when Vaclav arrived.

It’s all Czech to me

‘Take it with you,’ he urged as he asked if I would accompany him around his brewery, the still of which is the centrepiece of the restaurant.

Now I normally baulk at brewery inspection trips but seeing I had eaten the man’s food and drunk his beer.

Things are looking up: My hotel bedroom

And so into a room at the back where he blinded me with science and figures, neither of which were my subjects at school.

Still, I know the internationally recognised response: a nod and an uh-huh!

It seemed to work because 15 minutes later after finding out too about the bottling process we are sat at the bar.

The tourists have gone home and the only other people in the restau are the Czech party…

The Scary One’s got the cushions out

Who Tomas tells us are monks from the next door monastery… you’d think they would have pudding bowl haircuts to give me a clue.

Tomas pours me another Dark Beer and Vaclav introduces me to Merunkovice.

Which I’m told is some kind of meringue-flavour liqueur.

And so, head spinning and belly groaning I stagger and roll my way back down the hill.

To my triple bed in my Golden Key hotel https://goldenkey.astenhotels.com/en.

Where I watch the Liverpool game on Czech TV with the light of a chandelier hanging from a wooden ceiling.

Still game

Before Vaclav’s beer beats me and I drop off to sleep… and dreams of babies climbing a TV tower.

No, it is a real thing. And I will tell you about that and more later.

Me? Don’t tell the Scary One, but I’m off to join the monastery.

Visit www.czechtourism.com and http://visitprague.cz.

And in the best traditions of such things here is one I prepared earlier… Hope springs eternal.