Sam
Samuel Donovan Brown inherited this brewery from his grandpappy, Hibernius Brown, and has endeavoured to keep that same turn-of-the-century industrial revolution spirit that brought the company through two world wars, all while navigating the business through a turbulent modern world.
Almost none of the above is true, but it's fun to pretend. In truth Sam has a Swiss army knife collection of events catering and hospitality companies that he is responsible for and a surprising many years of business management experience for a man who is occasionally ID'ed at Tesco for energy drinks.
A partner of the brewery before he stepped in to run the show, Sam has been enchanted and invested in the place long before money changed hands. Now hoping to spread the yeast-y love through Norfolk and beyond, his own appreciation for all things edible and brewed only fuels his efforts. Often accompanied by the sweetest little demon you ever did see, Sam's dog Toffee also certifies his passion that the venue be a great hangout for dog parents as much as those without.
Marcel
Marcel is the beating heart of Redwell; Head Brewer and longest serving staff member through it's turbulent history, his is as close to a true face as any busy production facility can have.
Deeply passionate and devoted to brewing, Marcel takes his years of experience (spanning from his high school days through a frankly fictional sounding list of careers) to now provide unparalleled expert craftsmanship and finesse to a product he has refined and honed.
Affectionately referred to as 'Beer Daddy' by the bar staff and slightly feared due to his imposing physique and upsettingly good looks, Marcel is a treasure that Redwell hopes never to share with the world, save by facilitating his talents and servicing his artisinal vocation.
Alex
Manager of the taproom site and newly appointed Events Coordinator, Alex is a little too eager to do something fun with the venue. Really it's a little sad and pathetic, how invested he is in finding new and interesting ways to use the space for innovation and for the benefit of our customer base.
If he could maybe tone it down a bit, have a slightly lower standard in mind and could care just that bit less about the team and the experience Redwell offers visitors, maybe he could be a bigger hit with the ladies. As it is, every time this is brought up he exhasperatedly complains that he HAS a girlfriend. Excuses.
Self professed hipster and slightly bougie gourmand, Alex became addicted to us and we'll be exploiting this about him for years to come. His carefully and lovingly curated team of bar staff can overlook how much of an insufferably genuine dork he can be, so we ask that you do too.
Kitchen Staff
Our pizzeria has been a permanent fixture even when it wasn't, providing some of the finest cheesy goodness to accompany beer as can be fired in a huge oven. From zingy wings to giant Yorkshire puddings (on Sundays in the winter months) the open kitchen churns out fuel for football fans on their way to Carrow road alongside roasting something hearty for an easy family Sunday dinner.
Featuring a kaleidoscope of talented and dedicated faces, we've been lucky enough to have Mickaela making us authentic Italian dough, Michael masterminding the absurdly popular Firecracker pizza, Robyn leading a team of servers and waitstaff with fresh enthusiasm ill befitting someone so surprisingly old.
Able to tackle the busiest of match day rushes and the rich chaos of a full garden in the summer, the Redwell Vault kitchen will help you soak up the alcohol however you see fit. With vegan and gluten free options always available to make the most of our heavily inclusive brews.
Bar Staff
Our taproom bar, the most effective dispensary for the product we're so deeply invested in, cannot be staffed by ordinary mortals. It takes a certain zeal, a fire in the eye, a sort of talent that cannot be taught, to be capable of the standard of service that we demand. Anything less would be an insult to the craftsmanship going into the pints, and it's never wise to insult Marcel.
Under Alex's exacting instruction we've been able to wean out a few gems from the filth of Norwich bar staff. From Fran, who's service is only preceeded by Marcel's himself, to our fresher faces like Harry and Harriet (absolutely not the same person in a hasty disguise), we accept nothing but perfection and have managed to employ only the most blank-slate homunculi for us to fully write-over.
If you truly think you want to join the ranks of what Ex-Assistant Taproom Manager Thomas Heironymous Fitzgerald once called, "the finest worthless peons I've ever broken the spirit of," then let us know and drop in a CV! Otherwise feel free to be content admiring flesh moulded into such excellent machine perfection.
