As of last weekend, I have had a craving for lager. That’s a strange thing for me. I don’t think I’ve wanted to drink lager since I discovered the “craft” (for want of a better word) scene about a year ago. I kinda just lumped all lagers into the same category of mass-produced, bland and fizzy. But last Saturday, after a nice walk in the sunshine with my wife, and then sitting in the garden of the Earl of Essex, I just really fancied a cold, crisp lager. I had a glass of the Konrad 11º Pilsner, which really hit the spot. And went very nicely with the burger I’d ordered for lunch.