By the 1850s Truman’s was brewing more beer than anybody in the world, and the chimney is still there, and nobody brews anything
The Truman Brewery on Brick Lane holds a 4.3 from six thousand two hundred and fifteen people, and it has not brewed beer since 1988.
And in the middle of the nineteenth century it was the largest brewery in the world.
The scale
Truman, Hanbury and Buxton. Founded on this site in the seventeenth century, and by the 1850s it was producing beer in quantities that are difficult to hold in the head.
It was the biggest brewer in the world. Not in London – in the world.
It employed thousands. It had its own cooperage, its own stables, its own vets for the dray horses. It had a chimney you can still see.
And the whole of this district, for two centuries, smelled of malt.
Why London brewed
Water, and coal, and thirst.
The London water was suitable, the coal came up the river to fire the coppers, and the population was enormous and drank beer because the water would kill you – which we established at the John Snow in Soho, where seventy brewery workers at the centre of a cholera outbreak drank beer instead of water and every single one of them survived.
The wort is boiled with hops. It kills the bacterium. And for several centuries, weak beer was simply the safest liquid available to a working person in this city.
Porter
Which is the beer this district made and which changed brewing forever.
Porter was dark, strong, heavily hopped, and – crucially – it could be aged and stored in enormous vats, which meant it could be brewed at scale in a way that fresh ale could not.
It is generally accepted as the first beer that could genuinely be mass-produced, and the London porter brewers became industrial operations decades before most industries were industrial.
It was named, according to the usual account, after the porters who drank it – the market and street porters of this part of London.
The Prat has spent five hundred and forty articles being careful about exactly this kind of claim and would note that the etymology is repeated everywhere, is plausible, and cannot be proved.
The vat
One detail, because it is extraordinary and it is true.
In 1814, at a brewery in Tottenham Court Road, a vat containing over a hundred thousand gallons of porter burst.
The wave took out the vats beside it. It destroyed a wall, flooded the surrounding slum housing, and killed eight people.
The brewery was taken to court and the disaster was ruled an act of God, and no compensation was paid.
What is there now
Bars, market stalls, offices, and several thousand people at the weekend.
The buildings are magnificent. The chimney is listed. Nothing is brewed.
Verdict
Go, and look up at the chimney, and know that the biggest brewery on earth stood underneath it and that it is now a car park with events in it.
The Black Eagle
Which was its name, and which is on the buildings, and which almost nobody notices.
The Black Eagle Brewery. It is carved into the brickwork. It is on the gates.
And the eagle was the sign – because a brewery, like a pub, needed a mark that could be recognised at forty feet by a population that could not read, and the mark went on the barrels, and the barrels went out across the city.
We have spent five hundred and forty articles establishing that a sign was a pictogram and not a decoration.
The brewery is gone and the eagle is still on the wall, and several thousand people a weekend walk under it holding a coffee.
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