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beer notes #32

July 6, 2010

Efes Pilsen & Dark Turkey

I’d prejudged this as yet another faceless man of world beer but it’s actually quite good. Floral and hoppy; I’m sure I got a whiff of wheat beer in there somewhere – although it does need to be really cold for any enjoyment to take place, never a good sign. First beer for some time that has been worthy of a rating: 10/20.

This was to be the beer on offer at our Eminem wedding – that is, before the venue shut abruptly under mysterious, scuttlebutt-inducing circumstances. In the end, I think things worked out better for having the party at Walba, where the Coopers flowed freely….

I only managed to get a picture of the Dark. It’s a disappointment, and not just because it reminds me of Essendon.


turkish love affair

July 4, 2010

We fell in love with Turkey when we first visited in 2002 as fresh-faced, 21-year-olds. It was the first big trip we made together and I look back now with a degree of amazement at the wild route we followed. It was the first northern summer after 9/11 and tourism had plummeted. There was flooding on the Black Sea coast, so we abandoned our intended route and instead headed along the far eastern border with a driver who had to turn his Kurdish pop music down every time we passed through a checkpoint. We gazed over the border at Iran, wondering if we might ever visit; after snatching our passports back from a pair of guys who were either secret police or crooks, we were taken out for beers by the town drunk. The World Cup was on and there were parties in the streets; Turkey finished in third place.

Eight years later, we wondered if we would love it as much as we did the first time and I’m happy to report that we perhaps loved it even more. Great food and great people, enough tourists pass through the south-eastern corner to make travel easy, but not enough to make it worth anyone’s while to hassle them. And who couldn’t love a country where cherries cost $2 a kilo? Highlights included the picturesque mountain town of Mardin and an unexpected plenary indulgence from our visit to the Church of St Peter in Antakya, although Linds was a bit bummed to discover that this doesn’t equate to a free entry pass through the pearly gates. It was only a week but we’ll be back for more later.