When I was younger I was seduced by the brash guitar riffs and incendiary lyrics of punk bands such as The Bouncing Souls, Dead Kennedys and Black Flag. So you can imagine my excitement when I first discovered that there was a place in London claiming to sell ‘beers for punks’.
Every time I walk into Brewdog Camden the in-your-face signage, the blocky fonts and the brickwork bar remind me of punk gigs from my youth. The bar has a convivial atmosphere and seems to bring out the inner child in most of its patrons; it is not uncommon to look to your left and see a group of bearded men with their heads to the table giggling hysterically like little girls, or to look to your right and find a pair of parents out for the night arguing in jest over whose fault it is that their playhouse made of beermats has collapsed.
Sure, the décor is great. But the beer is the glue that holds the place together. Each brew is served in its own customised glass and is always poured perfectly – yes I’m the kind of guy to wallow in self-pity for days if my pint has no froth on top!
I usually start with a couple of rounds of ice cold PUNK IPA and then move down to the slightly more subtle tones of Dead Pony Club. If I’m feeling adventurous I might take a chance on the latest concoction from the ‘Hoppinator’ beer infuser.