I have returned to Newcastle after a quick trip to Scotland. My first stop was in Edinburgh where I visited my old friend Jamie, explored the city’s crazy alleyways (called closes) and admired the spectacular views!
Today I harvested lots of fresh rhubarb in order to make more wine and pies. The good cat Moth-Gractor helped me with the task. Later on, after starting a batch of rhubarb wine (my second of the season) I enjoyed a few sips of the Graham’s 2009 Late Bottled Vintage Port, which I had been meaning to review since Christmas.
In mid January, I went out for drinks at Spinnakers with Andrew and Lys. They gave me a late Christmas gift: a hardcover book about the Queen Mother. I love it, seriously. We also reminisced about the time they came over for cream tea (a form of English afternoon tea) and when Gractor sat on Andrew’s back.
I tried a couple of bomber bottles during the pub crawl sequence of a Yule Dungeons & Dragons adventure, and I found myself particularly caught off guard by the Fernie Maple Porter. It didn’t even taste like a maple porter. I found myself wondering, “What in the heck is this beer all about? Did I make a bad roll on my character’s beer tasting abilities?”
More winter ale reviews! My Dad and I tried both of these one night, just before Christmas.
During the Christmas holidays, my Dad decided we would do a beer test. You see, he had recently tried a Big Rock Saaz Republic Pilz, and found it to be quite similar to Pilsner Urquell, a beer with which he has been long acquainted, and so he desired to do a side by side tasting with me.
It’s exam period again, so for me and the lads of the Victoria Vinyl Appreciation Club, that also means it’s time for another pub crawl!
I was planning on making a “greatest hits” pub crawl, but a spontaneous stroll along Oak Bay Avenue and Newport Avenue made me postpone this idea. Oak Bay has the charming qualities of an Olde English Christmas Village at this time of year, and I decided that a long stroll up and down the town was in order. The thought of a drink at the Penny Farthing and the Snug suddenly turned my idea of a Christmas walk into a pub crawl!