Most blokes I know have a story about drinking homebrewed beer, whether it is a story about how bad it was, how good it was or more commonly about how crook it made them. Although recently I heard the best story ever about homebrew and how a shed full of exploding homebrew stubbies sliced through an acquaintance’s leg, he passed out from blood loss and was saved by his flatmates. It’s amazing how ...
I was a little surprised by the name on the side of the bottle of this weeks’ Drop, Fat Yak Pale Ale, if only because of Aussie slang terms for “having a yak”. Yet even now, a week or so later, I still can’t work out whether I like this or not. I’ve even forked out for another six-pack to get my head around it. Let me go off on a sidetrack for a minute. My final test of a beer is simple; I want to...