Several years ago when I first got into cider, this was my favourite one! Compared to all the sweet stuff from Growers and Okanagan, this was so refreshingly weird, dry, and English. And then the liquor stores in BC stopped selling it. *Riley makes a sad face*
Yesterday I took the Metro train from Newcastle to North Shields for a stop of sorts on my ancestral home pub crawl. Except I wasn’t visiting a town where my ancestors lived; I was visiting real living relatives, my paternal grandfather’s cousins! I also didn’t stop in a pub, but I did drink some brandy, so I’ll give myself a pass.
This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.
Here are a couple of bottles that I reviewed about two weeks ago with Simon. I’ve got a huge backlog of potential blog posts that I hope to slowly roll out over the next few weeks. Apologies in advance if they end up out of chronological order. Don’t think too hard out there!
One of my quests whilst I am in England is to visit the towns and villages of my ancestors and seek out any remaining distant relatives. Since I tend to call in at at least one pub in every place that I visit, I guess you could call it my ancestral home pub crawl. First stop on the tour: Beccles, Suffolk.
On my last full day in Vancouver, I stopped in at the Yaletown Brewing Company for a pint. I also happened to catch the end of the day’s Champions League matches, specifically Chelsea’s 2-1 win over Atletico Madrid. My beer of choice was the intriguing English style Golden Brown Ale.