Warka — Neighbourhood Beer Tour #1

Prologue: Did some retiling in the downstairs bath, some render removal outside, and some candlestick shining* (the last time they were polished was when I was 15 years old so … 1977).

More or less done with chores for the day, I walked to the Polish market for some beers and spotted several crushed Warka cans in the gutters.  “Yum,” I thought; “that’s what I need.”

And, with that I began my magical mystery tour of the neighbourhood beer fridges, an occasional chance to review the many, many options available in the non-British grocers’ all over my buurt.

————–REVIEW————-

Warka tastes like a Northern European beer…ANY Northern European beer you’ve ever tentatively asked for in Holland, Germany, Denmark, or
(guessing here) Poland.  More grainy than American lagers or pilsners but absolutely a welcome treat on a sunny Spring day.  With neither baseball nor cricket to inspire a few tins more of this due to the COVID-19 Lockdown — and with it too early in the day to settle into some baseball-themed-movies or baseball-themed-telly (like my current fave Brockmire outrageously funny and dark and a rare bit of telly I find instantly relateable) — I’m walking away after only one.  But,  Warka is a fine start to this new project.

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*”Candlestick shining” is NOT, in this instance, a euphemism.