It’s 2002 and I’m in a central London chain pub celebrating my birthday with a mixture of work colleagues and friends from the real world. At this time, you’ll normally catch me drinking Foster’s or bloody marys but it’s my round (hey, thanks, so-called friends!) and one of my colleagues asks for a Deuchars IPA. I am so intrigued by the name that I order one as well.
It’s quite nice – every bit as refreshing as the lager but with some interesting flavours that I find I want more of.
Over the course of the next year, I drink more, and start looking out for it in other pubs. My conversion to real ale has begun.
We’ve posted about how disappointing Deuchars usually is. Either it’s got worse or I grew out of it.