After leaving Madrid, I spent one night in Cáceres, before heading to Portugal. In Lisbon I stayed for two nights, and on the second night I shared a smidgeon over half a bottle of Offley Ruby Porto, first with John Steinbeck’s Cup Of Gold, and afterwards on the balcony with a rather jolly Frenchman.
Is there anything more jarring than the thought of someone pairing a beautifully delicate Cantillon Lambic beer with the Guns N’ Roses album Appetite For Destruction? Yeah, probably a spot of Cannibal Corpse, but you get my drift. Next time I’ll pair Lucky Lager with Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks. Chaos I say! Chaos!
Back in November 2017, I visited Birmingham for the first time. Whilst it was certainly a place worth seeing, I’m not so sure it was worth lingering four nights for. That being said, I did consume this delicious porter in The Victoria one lunchtime.
Here we go, my first perry (pear cider) review!
Humphrey Smith, the feudal overlord of Tadcaster and the Samuel Smith’s empire, has recently implemented a new policy regarding ‘mobile phones and other transmission equipment’ in his pubs.
Last Saturday night, on the eve of St. Patrick’s Day, I had the privilege to finish off the Burns Hotel’s last remaining bottle of Walker & Scott Irish Whiskey. On Sunday I went to London.
Now here’s a good tale for ya!
I went to Leeds to go and watch one of my all-time favourite bands: Blue Öyster Cult! And seeing as I happened to have an unopened bottle of Buckfast Tonic Wine squirrelled away under my bed, and Blue Öyster Cult’s lead guitar player happens to be the one they call Buck Dharma, I put Buck and Buck together in hopes of some enchanted evening!