I am pretty sure that quote is from Series 2 of Star Trek. It stands outside the memorable Bootleggers bar that had the best beer I have ever had in Copenhagen. And that’s quite a claim.
Our group of seven tried the majority of these beers. My favourite was Christian Bale Ale, a deliciously crisp 4.6% pale ale. The Alefarm Over the Hills, a 5% American Pale Ale, was also outstanding.
It’s in Norreport, a trendy part of town and check those prices. It’s an expensive country and the devaluation of the pound continues apace but even so my round cost £66. Let that sink in. I still haven’t. On the other hand the best seats for FC Copenhagen’s Champions League qualifier with the New Saints cost a relatively modest £15.
Norreport is so hip when we ordered coffee we were asked what bean we wanted. They even served expresso and tonic which is now a thing.
It’s impossible not to enjoy a trip to Copenhagen.
Especially the famous breakfast at Cafe Norden.
We only went to one other pub, Skaal, an old fashioned spelling of the word used for cheers.
Overlooking an appealing square, it really goes to town with 48 taps. The board displays how much is left in each keg.
We behaved like beer tourists.
We gave the Jailhouse Bar a miss though.
The guy at Bootleggers said Skaal was owned by a big company and it had that feel but was a worthwhile visit.
This was a break that started with a Brewdog at Edinburgh Airport.
It’s EasyJet- Praying not Necessary
And finished with a Mikkeller at Copenhagen Airport.
In between we were near Kalundborg, a small port that is home of a five spired cathedral.
The town now has Asgers, a bar with a couple of decent beers from Anarchist, brewed across the bridge in Odense.
Not a bad way to spend a few days.