Some years back I went with two other guys to a karate seminar in Southern Germany, near München.
One of the guys was a beer afficionado. Walking around the town of Kelheim, we came across the Schneider Weisse brewery. I swear, the guy almost genuflected right there on the sidewalk.
So that night we went to the brewery restaurant, in an old castle and sampled the beers.
The food was horrible, to a vegetarian anyway, but the ambience was fantastic.
Sitting in the cellar afterwards, drinking the wonderful beer after a hard day of training under an old Okinawan master is one of my fondest beer memories.
Right up there with sharing having a Redtail Ale with Jerry and the boys after climbing the Coombs tree
Sometimes it is not just the beer, but the circumstance that makes it great.