The best beer to drink at home is the shower beer. There is no debate.
I was a late convert to the shower beer. I believe my first - or at least the first memorable one - was in the communal shower at Palermo Marina in June 2008. I’d just crewed a beautiful Swan 57 yacht 3,500 nautical miles from Guernsey with a bunch of strangers. Some of whom had briefly become friends. Some of whom hadn’t. Either way, we’d arrived late the night before. Early morning perhaps. And come daylight all I wanted was a hot shower I could stand up under and didn’t need to hold.
The shower block was a small square room with two curtained cubicles and a table in between. On the table sat an espresso machine. Oh, Italy.
The beer was a stubby supermarket bottle. You know the ones. Probably only about 20cl (if that). Definitely no more than 2.5%. But that, the espresso (far better than any shower block espresso had any right to be) and the ability to stand fully upright, hands-free (aside from the aforementioned beverages) under warm water for the first time in a week or two was bliss.
Nowadays - renovating a flat - the shower beer is a sacred signifier that the day’s work is done. It’s normally a supermarket session IPA.
For shame, I need to get better at ordering from my favourite breweries online.
Gipsy Hill’s Hepcat is a particular favourite. Fierce Beer’s Day Shift, when I have it.
The plaster dust washes away. The paint is scrubbed from under fingernails. I stand up tall, grateful for the warm running water. And feel content.