The festival was set up on the banks of the river Taedong. The river which flows through central Pyongyang and after which the beer is named.
It had a distinctly German feel to it, but as opposed to waitresses in dirndls’ you had servers in blue and white outfits that were closer to something you would find aboard an Air Koryo flight.
There were sausages on the grill, overflowing stein glasses, singling & dancing performances on stage and even a booze cruise. Yep – a pleasure craft that would do a few laps every 30 minutes and then return to dock.
Open from 7pm to midnight every day for two weeks, patrons could choose to sit in the beer garden next to the stage, ride the floating restaurant, or take the quiet standing-only tables further down the river overlooking the Juche Tower.
Hundreds, if not thousands, thronged the riverside nightly with their partners, colleagues, and families. Singing, dancing, toasting, and stumbling home. It could have been anywhere in the world but It was Pyongyang, and that’s what made it truly remarkable for those who witnessed it.