
Thursday morning, before the doors open, four people stand in the cellar and argue about what goes on. It takes about twenty minutes and it is the closest thing we have to a meeting.
Six taps are fixed: the Fjord, the Pils, the Haze, the Gose, the Amber and the alcohol-free. Those pour every week of the year, and if one of them is not ready the tap stays dry rather than getting filled with something else.
The other six. Whatever came out of the cellar this week, whatever is nearly gone and should be finished, and whichever seasonal we can justify. A keg that has been sitting since spring usually wins on the grounds that it is taking up space.
Because we brew Monday to Wednesday and open Thursday afternoon. The list is written on the board by two, and by three it is already slightly wrong.
Small-batch brewery and twelve-tap room on the harbour. Cold-fermented, unhurried, poured properly.