I felt there were enough developments to return to beer and weddings. First, I can happily report that the number of beer sentences in the wedding beverages article doubled. Second, there’s been several Tweets about craft beer and home brews appearing at weddings. Third, a friend of mine credited craft beer to his lack of hangover post wedding. Lastly, I was a bridesmaid at a kick-arse craft beer wedding on Saturday and got to see craft beer at a wedding first hand.
Originally the bride and groom weren’t going to have craft beer due to, I think, the price. The groom decided, however, that it meant a lot to him and organised several kegs from a local brewery in Nelson, the Sprig and Fern. Four kegs duly arrived on Saturday morning and were placed out the back to wait patiently for the reception.
The groom and groomsmen weren’t so patient though and in a lull in the official photos in the garden, popped down to the house to open one of the kegs. They’d been gone a while and I was starting to get a bit thirsty too, so I followed and found one groomsman literally dripping with beer and the groom slightly splattered. Some how – despite them both being reasonably experienced at bar work – they’d managed to burst the first keg of pilsner. The groomsman had immediately thrown himself on top of the keg, knowing that the groom still had photos left to be taken, taking the bullet (well, the beer) in the process. The reception room had beer on the floor, all over the walls, dripping from the ceiling and smelt decidedly yeastie. Luckily, the bride thought it was hilarious (she didn’t know at this point that the groom had also lost his ring).
Everything soon came right though. The groomsman was sent home for a shower and clean clothes, several of the bridal party and guest chipped in with towels and mops, the groom’s ring was found and the reception proper started. The craft beer proved popular and big props to the groom for organising it. There were two kegs of pilsner, which, while I found it a little bland, I could see other guests thoroughly enjoying its refreshing nature on a hot afternoon. The pale ale was a lovely hoppy delight, but the icing on the cake was the dopplebock. Rich with a lasting after taste and malty notes, beer geeks and the uninitiated alike relished in its flavour. My only regret was discovering a little too late it was an eight percent kicker. Dancing in the rain, losing my shoes and waking up with a handbag full of cheese (not a euphemism) resulted.
Despite (or indeed because of) the unintentional beer fountain and cheesy handbag, I’d thoroughly recommend having craft beer at a wedding. It created a talking point amongst guests, exposed mainstream-drinking guests to great beer in a easy-going environment and supported a local brewery. Win, win, win. Oh, and of course, it tasted great. Wins all round.