Lacada is a community owned Co-Operative brewery based on the world famous North Coast of Ireland.
Lacada Brewery has its origins in a love of beer and brewing, a love of place, and a love of people.
It began with a father and son brewing together and grew to become a group of co-operative minded, good beer loving aficionados.
Two breweries geographically quite a distance apart, share much in common in striving to produce the greatest quality beers that we can, so we are delighted to launch our new collaboration brew with Beer Hut Brewing Co., Kilkeel.
Northern Lights are hosting a launch of our 2 Player DIPA on tap Friday 26th April from 7:30pm. So if you're in Belfast, get on down and try it out while it's still around.
Enjoy a Foodie’s St. Patrick’s Day with oysters, craft beers, entertainment, cookery demos with Northern Ireland’s Paula McIntyre, and much more.
‘Taste the Greatness of Northern Ireland’ is a showcase of the premium food and drink that Northern Ireland has to offer at London’s iconic Borough Market. We'll be there from the 13th to the 17th March.
One of the advantages of running our tap rooms is getting an instant response. This Blood Orange IPA didn't generate feedback so much as rouse a chorus of “This!!! Release this beer!! It's the best blood orange I've ever tasted!”. In fact one quaffer wasn't content until he went online and stirred our members up to demand a release.
Anarres post Utopian Stout, our first beer in a 750ml bottle, is for sharing!
You can expect notes of molasses, blackberry, chocolate, vanilla, raisins which will merge over time.
350 bottles have been numbered individually.
Truth be told, we’ve always been dreamers. The cooperative was born out of one of them. And in our dreams, there’s always been a rich silky stout.
It wasn’t an export stout. It wasn’t an imperial stout. It was a stout that took us to Utopia.
You know how we love a story about our locale here at Lacada, and the tales of Magnús Óláfsson, better known as Magnus Barefoot, are epic. The last King of Norway to die in battle abroad, landed on the silky sands of Portrush’s East Strand on a warm August day seeking provisions before returning home.