hughman666
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Just got back from an easter weekend in Albany which was a great time. We stayed in a cottage approx 300m from the centre of town so it was really convenient. We went out to Nonna's for dinner which is a great Italian place (highly recommend the Chicken Romano). Despite past Tanglehead experiences being somewhat disappointing, we did have a couple of Southern White Ales on Thursday which were pretty nice and as such we stopped in on the way to Nonna's for a couple of pre-dinner beers. Having not had much luck with the Pilsner or seasonal brews, we opted again for the fairly reliable Southern White Ale which is a solid hefeweizen.
The fun begins.
2 x Southern White Ales are poured. They are clear. Very clear. I have a sniff - butterscotch. Quick sip, it's a pilsner/lager effort (the Aussie Lager being the current seasonal).
So I say to the bar guy, "Hey mate this isn't a wheat." He apologises saying he must have poured them from the seasonal tap, puts them to one side and pours 2 more from the Southern White Ale tap. The fizz clears and we are again looking at 2 very clear beers. Quick sniff & sip. Same thing.
I suggest that maybe the wrong keg is hooked up. He disappears. A lady appears now. She says straight off the bat that we were looking at 2 Southern White Ales and not Pilsners or Lagers.
"Sorry" I say, "but these aren't wheat beers. It's supposed to be cloudy and you can usually smell banana in it."
"Oh no, that's because it's a new keg. They always pour clear at the start and then get cloudier later." She says with a knowledgeable expression.
"Really? I thought it was the other way around." I ask.
"No, sorry, you're mistaken. That is definitely a wheat beer." Starting to get a bit terse. It's 7pm and there are quite a few people at the bar.
"But what about the banana? All I can smell is butterscotch..." I'm looking completely puzzled.
"I can smell heaps of banana in that, it's definintely the wheat." She turns her back and walks away.
At this point my wife rests her hand on my arm, tilts her head to one side and gives me a look that says "forget it". Like a naughty boy, I stop being difficult and resign myself to sipping the fizzy butterscotch cocktail, all the while wondering where I had seen this sort of thing before....
...ah that's right, Monty Python's Dead Parrot sketch.
The fun begins.
2 x Southern White Ales are poured. They are clear. Very clear. I have a sniff - butterscotch. Quick sip, it's a pilsner/lager effort (the Aussie Lager being the current seasonal).
So I say to the bar guy, "Hey mate this isn't a wheat." He apologises saying he must have poured them from the seasonal tap, puts them to one side and pours 2 more from the Southern White Ale tap. The fizz clears and we are again looking at 2 very clear beers. Quick sniff & sip. Same thing.
I suggest that maybe the wrong keg is hooked up. He disappears. A lady appears now. She says straight off the bat that we were looking at 2 Southern White Ales and not Pilsners or Lagers.
"Sorry" I say, "but these aren't wheat beers. It's supposed to be cloudy and you can usually smell banana in it."
"Oh no, that's because it's a new keg. They always pour clear at the start and then get cloudier later." She says with a knowledgeable expression.
"Really? I thought it was the other way around." I ask.
"No, sorry, you're mistaken. That is definitely a wheat beer." Starting to get a bit terse. It's 7pm and there are quite a few people at the bar.
"But what about the banana? All I can smell is butterscotch..." I'm looking completely puzzled.
"I can smell heaps of banana in that, it's definintely the wheat." She turns her back and walks away.
At this point my wife rests her hand on my arm, tilts her head to one side and gives me a look that says "forget it". Like a naughty boy, I stop being difficult and resign myself to sipping the fizzy butterscotch cocktail, all the while wondering where I had seen this sort of thing before....
...ah that's right, Monty Python's Dead Parrot sketch.
