Beer in Berlin

About 6 months ago, I started a new job. In the transition from old to new, I experienced one of those rare beasts: the glorious, accidental double pay. Over £400 of untaken annual leave pay hit my bank along with my new wage. My new wage was already better than the old and now I had £400 extra to do with what I pleased. Or rather, we pleased, as all married people will testify, such windfalls do not happen to a married person, they happen to you both.

So, what to do with the money. Obviously a family holiday. Well, I say family holiday, but what I mean is a research trip for the brewery. No, it was a family holiday, honestly. Or was it? Yeah… yeah it was. It just happened to be in Germany, one of, if not the most important beer nation in the world. It also just happened to be in Berlin, a city so beer focused they have their own beer style, the Berliner Weiss.

Berliner Weiss – it’s green

And as luck would have it, or rather my lovely wife’s insistence, we booked for the height of the Christmas Markets, the most beery time of year in the city. Thankfully for us our visit was a week or so before the tragedy that occurred at a Berlin Christmas Market in December.

The Leeds Christmas Market has long been an important part of our social calendar, and I was keen to see if the Berlin Christmas Markets could live up to Mundy and Friends, the now defunct house oompah band from the Leeds Christkindelmarkt.

Enjoying Mundy and Friends at Leeds Christmas Market

Once in Berlin we did all the usual tourist stuff. But, alongside the fascinating museums, architecture, and such like I did manage to squeeze in a few beer related activities. Not least of all was drinking a lot of Stiegl Pilsner at the Xmas markets. Admittedly, the Stiegl, as crisp and clean as it was, is actually an Austrian Pilsner, but let’s not quibble. We went to lots of impressive markets with big drinking halls but alas we were not in Bavaria so oompah bands and lederhosen were nowhere to be seen.

Fighting my boy off from stealing all my Stiegl in a beer hall

I got to try some Schöfferhofer Hefeweizen and Kristalweizen in the markets which were average for their style, and then the Gendarmenmarkt, the poshest of the markets with an actual entrance fee, had a gazebo selling a few beers that were a bit more special. My favourite of these was my very first Schwarzbier: A dark lager, that was just lovely. I must admit that my 14 month old boy was sleeping and I took full advantage to squeeze in as many as I could. Not to panic though, Mummy remains sober when Daddy behaves so irresponsibly.

I am sick of the denigration of lager among snobby ale drinkers. Yes, there are many mass produced, poor quality lagers, made with more corn sugar than malt, but lager and ales are just the two sides of beer, separated by yeast strains, storage duration and fermentation temperatures. They are equal in importance and validity. In fact, most ale styles could be classified as beginner styles for brewing and all lager is at least intermediate, and often difficult. Rather than the legitimate distinctions between ales and lagers, people focus in on arbitrary and often fabricated differences.

One special place we found next to one of the markets was the Haus der 100 Biere. Here I tried the only doppelbock I found in Berlin.

The Schalander Brauhaus to the north of our hotel was a beautiful restaurant style brewpub. Empty when we arrived, within the hour every table was full of diners. Sadly for all of them we had already grabbed the table next to the brewery equipment. Here I had a beautiful Munich Dunkel and a seasonal Christmas Bock.


On we went in a southerly direction till we reached Hops and Barley. This brauhaus had a totally different atmosphere. It was loud and busy had a lovely integrated brew system.

Hops and Barley brew system

It was less restaurant and more pub. It was full of 20 somethings drinking and playing games. With a toddler in tow, we thought it best to sit outside. Luckily the -1 c temperature had risen to a temperate 4 degrees. Here I enjoyed two more firsts in my beer drinking, a Vienna Export and an Altbier.

The next morning we were off home but not before discovering that Pilsner is not the real king in Berlin.

Dildo King – down the road from our hotel

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