Hidden around the corner from Tottenham Hale station in a little industrial estate (I appear to be spending most of Saturdays on one of these nowadays...) one of London's fastest moving and most hyped breweries have taken another leap forward. Beavertown have done well at creating waves at every opportune moment, and none are more welcome than their very own taproom at their brand spanking new site. With no less than ten taps that go far beyond their core range, plus a fridge full of old and rare brews, it was inevitable that I would end up here sooner or later. This is a large space that will rarely become crowded even when busy, although a few more benches would not amiss. It is decidedly pleasant soaking up the rays outside, with plenty of room for the weekly food vendor, cornhole and kids to mess around without being a nuisance.
I have never been the biggest fan of Beavertown's five main offerings, finding them decidedly average – it has taken me three attempts to enjoy Smog Rocket, a beer seemingly tailor-made for me, but with the new facility and good cans, I think they have finally nailed it. But look beyond these five, and there has always been some remarkably interesting beers, and today's visit has somewhat confirmed a suspicion I have held for a while: Beavertown are really very good at collaborations. Exhibit A is the wondrous Rubus Maximus, brewed with Wild Beer Co. A fruit sour containing quite literally a ton of raspberries, it is both the best fruit beer and best sour I have wrapped my lips around. Don't be put off by the fact it is a sour as it is not powerfully so, having that perfect balance of tartness to make it taste like a heavenly raspberry pudding.
If there is one style of beer I treasure above all else, it is the imperial stout. And with the help of Caravan we have the impressive coffee-heavy 'Spresso. Rich, thick rocket-propelled fuel, to me this is second only to Dark Star's offering in terms of coffee beers. It loses out mainly due to the slight disappointment that it doesn't stick around for too long in the mouth, sliding away quicker than something this thick up top should. The real surprise of the day was finding Catherine's Pony. This is not a euphemism, but a joint venture with BrewDog. An imperial smoked porter, it does not overwhelm you with the smokiness (which may or may not be a good thing), feeling beautifully smooth and rounded in the mouth before slipping elegantly down the throat with an easy grace. The aftertaste is slightly sweet akin to rich caramel, and lasts well after the final sip has gone.
A couple of Beavertown's quirky saisons have also impressed me in the past, so on such a hot day it would be mad not to try the latest. Look Mum No Hands is made with elderflower and grapefruit, surely a winning combination. Unfortunately the beer is more refreshing than flavoursome; it slips down an absolute treat in these temperatures, but my taste buds were certainly hoping for a lot more excitement than came their way. Back to the Rubus Maximus it is then!
Last updated: 30/05/2018 16:40:48