Gold Fassl Pils

The next few posts are going to document my recent beer drinking pilgrimage from Salzburg to Stuttgart. It all started on a Tuesday night where I met my beer drinking buddy Richard at The Ordinance tavern in Swiss Cottage, conveniently located near his girlfriends house and a 24 hour Stanstead Airbus stop. Deciding to get into the 'fest spirit early we knocked back a few pints of Alpine Lager (The Ordinance is a Sam Smith's house), low and behold time ran short and the lovely Kate came looking for us! Anyhow long story, short we ended up bedding down at 1.00 am looking forward to a 3.00 am start for the bus to get our £4 Ryanair flight at 6.00 am. The flight went without a hitch and we arrived in Salzburg mid morning with our crappy Argos tent in tow (Actually we were quite pleased that we didn't have to pay any extra to check the bag in - Booze hounds - 1, Ryanair - 0). After negotiating the bus ride into town, avoiding some random tramps and dodging the steamroller like device which was washing the train platform, our train finally pulled in and started to haul our asses across the border into Bavaria, destination Munich. Being the thirsty lads that we are, Rich heads down the dining car and grabs a few bottles of Gold Fassl Pils. This beer is ok, it's Austrian and as you may know there are no Kangaroos in Austria! No Jokes aside the beer was ok, a grassy, bitter pilsner style which wet the whistle nicely and primed the day for an epic session. Website