By MH Staff - Posted on 1st April 2014
Beer changes as our lives do. Evolve as a beer drinker and you might become a better man. These guys did.
Dylan Muhlenberg, Men’s Health Online Editor. You can’t brew your own beer from a shared 70m2 flat, but once you’ve moved to suburbia and have a double garage at your disposal it’s easy. Also, because I’m now obliged to pay off a bond, frivolities like beer drinking at poncy venues are the first thing to go. I’m now a garagiste brewer, and all it took was shifting some of the baby paraphernalia around the garage to make space for the basic brewmaker’s kit that the fine gents at Brewcraft sent me. Showing up to a dinner party with the latest craft beer is pretty hip. However, when you interpret BYOB as brew-your-own-beer? Next level hipster. ONE BUD WISER: If you want something done properly, do it yourself. (ps. We drank Dylan’s beer and it’s actually really, really good.)
Martin Tucker, Beer Merchant and Organiser of the Cape Town Festival of Beer. While deciding to embark on a career in the beer world after many years in the bar and nightclub industry, I was having a chat with an old beer rep. He had worked his entire life in the beer industry and had never even tried a beer other than the ones he sold. I offered him a sip of mine, which happened to be a Weiss beer. The beer literally changed his life; since that day, he started home brewing, trying new beers, travelling the world tasting and he has since gone on to set up a commercial brewery – after resigning from his previous job. If one sip changed his whole life, imagine what a pint can do? ONE BUD WISER: Everyone needs a mate to turn to for advice. Be that guy.
Ian McNaught Davis, Men’s Health Features Writer. During my four years of varsity, I drank Castle. Not because of Charles Glass’s brew’s ability to stand the test of time or because of Boston’s “More Than A Feeling”. I drank it for the reason any student would want to do anything: it was cheap. And when our res needed to increase attendance at functions, it was better than cheap – it was free. It might not have a lingering finish or craft-brew aroma but, for me, it carries the bittersweet taste of nostalgia for a time when the student loan picked up the bar tab and the biggest worry was the exam a month away. Castle may not have been a luxury, but those four carefree years were. ONE BUD WISER: Life is better when life is simpler.
Lindsey Schutters, Men’s Health Associate Editor. The thing about a Paulaner Weiss draught is that it doesn’t taste like beer at all. It tastes like the silly drink-your-age birthday challenge I have with my mate (to date we’re still five years old, because no man should drink more than five litres in a sitting). It smells like the cigar I smoked while beaming in the Joburg winter sun, two days after my daughter was born. It feels like the train ride from Wolfsburg to Leipzig, or breakfast at Frankfurt airport. And the hangover lingers like the dread after my dad’s cancer diagnosis. I don’t drink it to forget, because it helps me remember the good and the bad. I clinked a glass with my wife and let my daughter take a sip on my crown birthday; the local brewery is gone now, replaced by a restaurant, but the memories remain. And every so often it winks at me from a pretentious liquor store shelf, a dusty remnant from the annals “let’s make some more memories.” ONE BUD WISER: Celebrate, because it’s always an occasion.
Rob Heyns, The League of Beers. With the Louvre on my right and the Arc de Triomphe on my left, in the sun of a Parisian afternoon with a Vedette in my hand and a lemon in the glass I knew then that craft beer would be in my future. Two years later, I went to the USA for two reasons: 1) To explore the amazing craft beers all over the country, tasting legends like Pliny, Lagunitas and Sierra Nevada and 2) to see the Dave Matthews Band perform live. The culmination was at my first ever Dave Matthews Band show when I had a Dogfish Head 90 Minute pale ale while hearing “Lie in our Graves”. And, yes I did cry like a little girl. ONE BUD WISER: The world is a bottomless cooler box. And those who don’t travel must drink the warm beer of monotony.