Daniel San – Frankies on Manly Beach?

That's its name

That’s its name

The wave of new places hitting the insular peninsula shows no signs of abating. The latest addition to Manly Beach’s burgeoning line-up of bars and restaurants is Daniel San, which is self described as a “Chow-down Bar & Beach-Side Dojo”. Daniel San is on the ground floor of what everyone knows as the Manly Pacific Hotel, which is on the corner of Raglan Street and North Steyne. Now I don’t think that Fraser Short (owner and Bar Baron) has a share in Frankie’s Pizza in Hunter Street – but Daniel San is kind of like Frankie’s with more natural light and a whole lot of Japanese thrown at you. There’s the pinnies, the rock’n’roll wallpaper, the music and the pricey beer – but there are plenty of unique aspects as well.

On the other side of the road - Manly Beach

On the other side of the road – Manly Beach

A big deal of Daniel San is the food. Gees – it’s even had a review by Terry Durack in its first month of opening (12/20). The kitchen is open for all to see, and a cook (chef) was holding court for a number of customers explaining how things are done. The menu is a broad offering of Japanese themed share plates, platters and snacks. Everything we had was very tasty, but if I hadn’t wolfed down my son’s kid’s meal I would have been still more than peckish. That’s the tip. Borrow someone’s kid and order the Chicken and Soba Noodle Salad off the kid’s menu, and you’ll get a decent feed. THe chicken karrage was crisp on the outside and succulent on the inside. Kicking myself for not at least trying one of the Robata Skewers – that’s for next time. These blokes can cook – just cook more.

The Bar

The Bar

The neon themed bar is loaded with spirit and sake bottles. The fridge is loaded with predominantly gold labelled Japanese beers including Orion Draft Beer. I casually ordered a stubbie, but then needed to be revived when the barman equally casually said – “$13, mate”. Was I in Singapore or Manly? I can comprehend a stubbie of <Insert Craft Brewer’s name> IPA mixed with coffee beans passed through a civet – but a macro malt bomb for $13. I can’t believe the Pacific Peso v the Japanese Yen comparison is that bad. Orion is a nice enough quaffer, but it isn’t a $13 beer. I retreated straight to the domestic macros on tap, which included Tooheys New, Super Dry (Hahn – not the t-shirt) and 150 Lashes (surely James Squires’ most available drop by now).

The Pinnies

The Pinnies

Plenty of attention has been given to the fit-out. I haven’t been past this place in the evening (and I’ve never been to Japan), but I’d imagine if all the neon were on, it’d look like a concentrated version of Ginza. The cushions on the long bench are particularly funky being made out of old jeans. The bar staff all wear rock’n’roll t-shirts, which they have to pay for. How they found the retro shirt from the Karate Kid is beyond me – but I guess you can find anything nowadays. Frankie’s still rules the roost for music paraphenalia, but Daniel San has had a go, even if some of it feels a little try hard.

Lotsa a rock'n'roll

Lotsa a rock’n’roll

I’ll have to visit in the evening and get a look at the roof-top bar, which will provide terrific views – but the well heeled have a new place to go in Manly.

$13!

$13!

RedDot Brewhouse

Boat Quay frontage

Boat Quay frontage

Boat Quay is stretch of bars along the Singapore River. It is conveniently located next to the CBD of Singapore and absolutely heaves on a Friday night. The proximity to water gives hope of cool breezes, but there is little respite from Singapore’s ever present humidity. As one of my colleagues said, you never really get used to it.

The price list - Happy hour ain't that happy

The price list – Happy hour ain’t that happy

With it being so hot, there’s only one option – drink and drink lots. Boat Quay provides an endless range of pub options. When I was in Singapore 6 years ago I was struck by the homogeneity of the tap lists. It was pretty much Kronenberg, Carlsberg, Heinken and of course Tiger. That’s still the case in plenty of places, but now there are brewhouses and craft beer. Illiards tipped me off to Archipelago beer, which I chased down the previous evening. I also paid a visit to the world’s “Highest Urban Microbrewery”, which is up to its 16th seasonal. Occasional correspondent – KiwibackinNZ – had previously written about it here.

Taking on a Tower of Monster

Taking on a Tower of Monster

For my last night in Singapore, I opted for the RedDot Brewhouse, which is in the heart of Boat Quay. Again it uses a pricing mechanism based on the time. Best to drink early in Singapore. Amazingly I bumped into another Back of the Ferry inductee on the night who took care of the bill. So whilst there was little fiscal pain this time, there’s never really a cheap drink in Singapore. If you look at the price list in the photo and do the math, the cheapest option is the 1500ml jug, which still works out at $10 a pint. There were a few blokes giving the 3500ml tower a shot. A number of Asian blokes go red when they drink and one of the fellas tackling the tower of Green Monster was shining like a traffic light. Still, he and his mates made short work of their tower.

Monster Green Lager

Monster Green Lager

The RedDot range is broad and interesting. Along with the usual Kolsch, Pilsener, Weizen etc – there are a couple of oddities. The Lime Wheat and the Monster Green Lager are unique twists for this drinker. The Monster Green is a lager that is coloured green by the addition of spirulina (blue green algae apparently). It really looks like GI Lime cordial, but is an inoffensive, smashable lager perfect for Singapore drinking. The Vienna Seasonal, brewed for Oktoberfest was a real corker with a deep, rich malty backbone. Probably beer of the trip. The back story to RedDot is one worth reading. Next time I might find my way to the actual brewhouse, but I certainly look up RedDot again.

Welcome to Singapore – Brewerkz Orchard

16/10/2014 1 comment

Your correspondent is on a flying visit to Singapore, a place I’ve only visited once before, well before Back of the Ferry began. I remember it as hot and expensive then and upon first impressions nothing has changed.

Due to the supreme efficiency of Changi airport and possibly awesome tailwinds I pulled into my hotel about the time I was supposed to land. More good fortune awaited, and I was delighted to discover that an outlet of Brewerkz was less than a block from my hotel.

It was late, so it wasn’t a big sesh and thank goodness because it would have sent me broke. I’m not sure what the opposite of happy hour is but according to the beer and price list I was in its grip. A Singapore dollar is about one Aussie after you’ve been bent over by the exchange rate sharks. $12 for a 375ml of heady Golden Ale. Faaarrk me. Not a bad beer, but for that sort of dough, you’d want an angel crying on your tongue at the very least. Fiscal constraint turned me to the sampler rack.

Brewerkz’s range is solid. Nothing’s a standout, but the X IPA wa a quality example of the style and held the high ABV well. The Black Raspberry Ale was jam mixed with beer. The fridges offer takeaway, which is good. Air conditioning worked in the hotel.

The first trip in the new daylight saving season

07/10/2014 1 comment

The clarion call had not gone out, but no call needed to be made. The founding firm of Back of the Ferry all ambled onto the stern of the MV Freshwater and assumed the position to enjoy the first ferry trip of the Daylight Savings season.

The weekend’s glorious weather had morphed into the working week and the 6.30 ferry trip provided a sunny start and a pink hued finish. There’s never a bad time to get the ferry, but the first day of Daylight Savings is special.

The event was marked with the creation of Back of the Ferry’s Instagram account. @backoftheferry will feature photos of or from the Backs of Ferries. We figure that our other channels are chock full of beer, plus our wives follow Instagram. No doubt the Manly Ferry will feature prominently, but there’ll be other boats making an appearance, I’m sure.

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Beer Quotes Print

More great work from our mates over at Cool Material.

We drink beer to celebrate, but sometimes we just need to celebrate beer. A while back, we ran a series of hand-illustrated beer quotes created by Cool Material’s in-house artist Vincent Avila. After numerous requests to make them available to purchase, we decided to do so. This Beer Quotes Print features 12 of our favorites on a 12×16 sheet of 110# matte cover paper. Put one up on your wall, and crack one open in celebration of sweet, sweet beer. Buy one here.

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Golden gates

06/10/2014 1 comment

When you look up on line what to do and see in San Francisco, there’s that bridge of course, as well as trams, various piers, and a vibrant outdoor street culture (cafes, bars, etc) in various different quarters of town.  I’m struggling though because I dropped into one of the main tourist districts, Fisherman’s Wharf and its surrounding area, where, quite frankly, they seem devoid of decent pubs.   This obviously causes great consternation, but I am not put off.  The quest for beer is too strong an urge just to give up on.  Luckily just up the road I come across Red Jack Saloon where for my first refreshment of the day I dive into a pint of the local amber Prohibition Beer.  It’s 5% strength and has a distinct orange tang to it, so I know I’m definitely in California.

SF Red Jack Saloon

The problem with Red Jack Saloon is that there’s a baseball game going on, which is making for an extremely noisy atmosphere – the local Irish residents are clearly supporting their Boston kinsmen, which the rest of the locals seem to be taking objection to, something to do with the Irish team playing a local Bay team.  I was hungry and they didn’t do food either, although they did have WiFi, which I looked up 8 bars in another part of town that all came highly recommended for their craft beer.. . NB I won’t be visiting anymore than one tonight.  i set off up (and I mean “UP”) through the streets to pay a visit to San Fran’s famous Chinatown for a flounder in black-bean sauce, which settled the stomach after a long flight.  I hopped into a taxi who took me down to the Pi Bar.  First of a few drinks I sampled in here was the Golden Road Berlinerweiss from LA – I tend to make an attempt to try the local beers, but given the last bar with the Boston game going on, I will also have to give the Boston Chocolate Chilli Bock a tasting too.  The Golden Road is a great sour beer, and a good introduction to the evening, which like the beer is turning a little fresh and crisp.  However, before I move onto the East Coast, I sample a very local ale: Anchor Liberty Ale, which despite all the online commentary, is actually more of a style I’m used to back home in the UK – a lovely summer ale, with honey on the palate – not a bit hoppy or IPA in character (always be careful to trust your own nose, not what beer blogs says).

SF Pi outside SF Pi taps SF Pi bar

It’s a long bar that is playing pleasant folk rock in the background, low enough that you can (a) hear yourself think, and (b) overhear conversations at the next table as well as neighbours at the bar.  Jennifer, one of two barmaids serving tonight, is very jovial and can’t be more attentive, especially given it’s quite busy.  Sadly, they don’t to tasting paddles, but because she knows I’ll be trying to sample most of what’s on offer, she kindly suggests that I am served this evening using only half pint glasses.  Very wise.  The menu is almost exclusively pizzas – unsurprising given they have 2 pizza ovens out back – and I’m tempted to indulge.  But, clearly I need another beer to gain enough sense to know what to order.  This is the 5th anniversary of the Pi Bar, so they have just celebrated this week – in recognition of the event, obviously they brewed an 8.3% beer for the occasion, their “Fort Point (Pi to the power of 5 – my keyboard won’t let me type that mathematically).  It’s a superb Belgian beer that they really should keep on tap at all times – a little banana bread to the olfactory senses, chewy, yet smooth and nutty.  Any monk would be proud to produce something like this in the countryside around Gent!

SF Pi list

The list, as you can see, is long enough not to go through entirely.  Of the 12 taps on offer, I’m now going to finish with my promised Boston ale.  And as for the pizza?  Well, one of the joys of being on the Atkins diet is that you lose a lot of weight.  What is odd is that beer is full of carbohydrates, and despite my consumption of Canadian ales over the past week, I have managed somehow to still shed a kilo or two.  My travelling companion in Toronto, Jason, suggested that perhaps we coin the term “Hop-kins Diet”.  Certainly, it may have legs – I’m not sure I do, now that I’ve participated in my 4th beer.  The Bock is toasty straight away on the nose, very deep dark, oaty, with a mildly roasted coffee sweetness.  You absolutely get chocolate (and you’d be disappointed if you didn’t), but I’m not noticing much chilli.  However, it’s a splendid pinnacle for the evening, and my Hopkins diet doesn’t seem to need any pizza now.  Phew!

I think I’m going to enjoy the Bay area this week – in between some business, I’m sure I’ll be able to mix a little beer pleasure.

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Nuit Blanche – from the darkness… light

Tonight is one of the biggest nights in Toronto – Nuit Blanche.  The whole of Downtown is lit up with arts, the bars don’t close till 4am and the subway runs all night.  I’ll probably sleep well on my flight to San Francisco tomorrow, not least because my first stop this evening is ‘Little San Francisco’ as it’s known to the locals of ‘the Junction’.  I’m taking the subway there, which is particularly easy to navigate – they only have 2 lines and there are a plethora of buses supporting the public transport system.  You pay your $3 token once at the beginning of any journey, which takes you to your final destination by underground and bus.  What is quite bizarre though is that if you ask for a weekly ‘pass’, it only starts on a Monday – in every other city in the world, it’s a simple 7-day pass that starts from the day you purchase it.  Looking at the weekly pass ticket, in fairness, it does look like it’s a simple solution… this is ‘week 40’ of the calendar year, so the ticket has a ’40’ sticker on it, which makes it easy for the bus driver to know you’ve paid for the correct week to be travelling.  The journey itself is uneventful, albeit one amusing advert on the underground train: the local University introducing ‘app development’ as a course this year…. it took this long to introduce this?!?  Welcome to Ontario.  Anyway, I’ve made my way to the first lights of the night, those of the Indie Ale House.

WP Indie Ale Hse

This place is heaving – a testament to the popularity of great beer in Toronto, but the lack of great places to find it.  A large bar, this place has loads of seats and lots of beer.  I find myself a pew at the bar, and Lori serves me the food menu and a ‘tasting flight’… I can choose from any of the wide selection on offer (there’s 12 on the list, which apart from the Guest Ales are all brewed on the premises), but I ask her to take the decision for me.  As I’m waiting for the beer to arrive, I peruse the menu – similar to the Sharp’s theme (see Cornish Connoisseur posting), what hit’s you straight out is the “Beer and Food Pairings” theme… I think I’m gonna like this place.  The beer selection arrives.

IMAG0604-2WP Beer list

Again, from left to right, we start with “Instigator IPA’.  This is a West Coast style IPA and a typical 6%… every brewer in north America is doing one of these: you just have to have one on tap to avoid disappointing anyone.  It’s very hoppy, unsurprisingly, just like marmalade.  Moving swiftly on, therefore, to “Barnyard Belgian IPA” – this is an IPA but made with a Belgian yeast – quite unique in its finish, and not at all overly hoppy… I’m not sure the Belgians would lend their identity to this.  However, we now move onto “New World Brux’ – this is the Guest tap, which is brewed locally in Ontario (a territory larger than Wales) by Nickel Brook – phenomenal.  A distinctly sharp beaujolais on the nose, this baby is a real Belgian sour, due to the wild yeast from the wood of the barrel that it matured in.  The only problem is that it’s like Marmite – you either love it or hate it.  But that’s what makes beer so special.

Our landlord, Jason, appears.  Behind me he says is the main man from the Amsterdam brewery, another local brewer – they circulate between each other on a Saturday night.   This a small beer community in Ontario, fighting the BIG BOYS – whereas he’ says, “nothing happens in Ontario,” which is why they are so far behind the curve, despite the fact that Coors and Labatts are both headquartered dust 5 miles north of here, Ontario still boasts an amazing  5% craft beer of the total beer market; not bad for an industry dominated by lobbying, marketing spend, and politically-driven laws written in the favour of the most powerful.  I say, “let the people decide,” but my naivety is brushed off… sure, the boutique beer industry will double in the next 5 years here, but half of the brewers will go out of business because the fight will kill them off.  Really?  Yep.  For a local brewer like the Indie Ale House, they have no choice whatsoever other than to get all their inventory from the big boys – their competitors – at an outrageous sum per annum (in the 10s of 1,000’s of Canadian $).  Worse than a duopoly, it’s actually a monopoly, as both the big boys make each other’s beers!

Small means you have to beat them on quality – there’s no point in competing on marketing.  Accountants are driving the  big boys business – just because Sharps brews all its own beers, the very fact that Coors owns them equals a potential compromise on quality: buy cheaper yeast; save more on this; add less of that… you get the picture.  Anyway, the next beer is a Scottish favourite of mine – full of oats, punchy, smooth, a true mocha – the chocolate misgivings of their “Breakfast Porter” is only balanced by my sense of home-coming, like my grandmother’s chicken soup.  Talking of which, my ribs arrive – fresh, zany, spicy, caramelised: this is ribs a la gado-gado.  I savour the lot for a bit longer than you might expect.

WP WabbitWP Barrel

Last but now least, “It’s Wabbit Season” (their autumnal one-off) must bring Bugs Bunny to this joint every day till winter is through.  It’s not only the carrot and walnut cake strength, but the subtle vanilla beans that makes up the feast… there are raisins on top of nutmeg; dare I say it, but it’s perfect for Halloween.  Jason tells me that he hopes to double in size, which he’ll probably do from his takeaway growlers alone, not least due to another well-drawn picture on the blackboard.  As I prepare for the rest of Nuit Blanche, I wish him and Lori the very best of success.

WP Growlers

I get out the subway at Queen – the mob is unfathomable, and whilst I look at the approaching swarm as I start to cross the road, it feels like I’m going into a game of British Bulldogs as both sides surge towards each other.  I don’t yet know my Canadian opponent – if watching (ice) hockey on the TV is anything to go by, these guys are fearsome, move very fast, and hit you hard.  As it turns out, the family atmosphere turns a potential civil war into a Sunday stroll as everyone creates previously non-existent channels through each others crowd, two combs aligning.  I ask a passing policeman what’s it all about?  “A bunch of weird art if you ask me – just follow the crowd into the square over there.”  I did, but he was wrong.  This festival started in Paris a decade ago and the Torontorians have borrowed its format – City Hall and the surrounding area has several major projects to go and see, hear, and feel; a veritable outdoor and undercover art gallery.  You get the real sense of people learning from the whole experience, as well as soaking up the atmosphere, similar to ‘VIVID’ in Sydney.

Nuit Blanche – from the darkness… light

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