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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 12:46:23 GMT
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Post by Hofmeister on Aug 20, 2016 8:26:42 GMT
Good writeups, but it would be nice of they were categorised into Shit or notshit without having to read the review on each one to find out.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 9:44:35 GMT
Yes, I am familiar with that blog's oeuvre. They are generally spot on and most amusing to boot. Lots of change in the pub scene locally in recent years, and it continues apace with closures, refurbs, all that jazz. I expect it's the same the country over. Pubs are becoming very different things these days and even in well populated areas need to have more than one string to their bow, or some kind of USP, to survive it seems. One just has to roll with the times. One thing that narks me about recent developments though is the current fashioned for over-hopped and over strength IPA/American IPA style beers. Even at some pubs with multiple hand pumps it can be hard to find a good, traditional, solid, not too strong (i.e. under 4.5%) bitter. I've even lowered myself to a cider or a continental lager (preferably from east of Strasbourg, south of Kiel, west of Lvov and north of Ljubljana) recently in the absence of proper bitter. We are blessed here with a great local brewery, Loddon, and their Hoppit is to me the definition of a proper session bitter.
Not that I get out much these days, but when I do I want to enjoy a really good pint. Accepting of course that beauty is in the eye of the beer holder. What else is there that can soak up a good, freshly grilled Turkish kebab with all the trimmings?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 9:50:15 GMT
Listen Git face, I may not be able to get a kebab, but I can get a bottle of London Pride cheaper than you can. Or most any other English bitter for that matter. And at least I can drink it in the sun while snowboarding 45 minutes from my house or at the beach an hour from my house.
Albeit only bottled, no draught.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 10:10:57 GMT
London Pride is your benchmark? You've been away too long old chap. ;-)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 10:32:46 GMT
That is true.
6X, Spitfire and London Pride is what I can normally get that I like.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 10:44:28 GMT
6X was a favourite of mine when I first came of age and discovered drink in the 80s, before moving away to Univerity. Spitfire always reliable, but 6X and London Pride I find can be brilliant/terrible - suppose this depends upon the establishment more than the beer but in quality terms they're a bit 'fragile' for want of a better word.
Theakstons XB was always a favourite when I lived oop northish, it's rare down here on draught though. Black Sheep, a spiritual descendant of the same, is a good brew. I think what happened to me is that my formative beer drinking years were in Nottingham, and I got accustomed to the northern style of bitter and also the style they're served through a sparkler. Although it was always best to avoid the local stuff in Nottingham - Home Ales, Kimberley, and particularly Shipstones were routinely Rank Hovis McDougal. I remember getting a Student Union flyer in freshers' week entitled "Never Drink a Pint of Shipstones, My Son". Sage words. Don't know the lay of the land beerwise in Nottingham these days, although I did go for a massive booze up there with some old friends two years ago, but can not remember what I drank. Which is clearly indicative of correct beer drinking behaviour, in terms of quantity at last.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 11:18:31 GMT
I was mostly a Courage/Brakspears person - worked at both over the years. Favourite used to be Directors.
However, leaving out in the sticks (Stoke Row & Ewelme at the time) there were plenty of places serving good beer. Fond memories of Flowers, for example.
University bars were a disaster for beer; its just as well I had no taste and spent most of my time in a fog. Always those awful metered pumps and the cheapest keg available.
Like you, I am definitely someone who prefers <4.5%. Unfortunately, despite the fact that they don't really drink very much, Chileans think >7% is desirable. It is, like so much here, a macho thing.
Mostly it tastes like crap as well.
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Post by tyrednexited on Aug 22, 2016 11:27:18 GMT
....I couldn't let the foul slur by Alanovic go unanswered, so I've joined (if only to respond to this ). I never had a taste for Hardy Hansons (Kimberley) - too sweet for me, but Home was always reliable, if a little bland. Shipstones (though described by some via its anagram of "Honest Piss") was an acquired taste, which I rediscovered when I returned to Nottingham years later. (I probably acquired it because it was 10p a pint in the Buttery on my first sojourn in Nottingham, and infinitely better than the Harp or Tartan in the hall bar, and which I wouldn't drink).
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 11:30:05 GMT
Harp! There was some rubbish I'd forgotten. Wasn't it Kronenburg (sp?) which then turned up as a slightly more expensive, but oh so much better, alternative in most places?
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Post by tyrednexited on Aug 22, 2016 11:43:17 GMT
....though I think we've been here before (another time, another place) I think my introduction to 6X was at The Highwayman at Exlade Street. (which I assume at least two of you know?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 11:52:36 GMT
....I couldn't let the foul slur by Alanovic go unanswered, so I've joined (if only to respond to this ). I never had a taste for Hardy Hansons (Kimberley) - too sweet for me, but Home was always reliable, if a little bland. Shipstones (though described by some via its anagram of "Honest Piss") was an acquired taste, which I rediscovered when I returned to Nottingham years later. (I probably acquired it because it was 10p a pint in the Buttery on my first sojourn in Nottingham, and infinitely better than the Harp or Tartan in the hall bar, and which I wouldn't drink). Blimey, the Buttery (replace the tt with gg for its more prosaic nickname). I'd forgotten it was called that. I only ever drank in there after hockey matches, the Worthington E was purchased by the watering can (class is permanent). Mostly drank off campus even when I lived in halls (Derby) in the first year. Got the living excrement beaten out of me in the Buttery by the football team captain for diddling his missus. Lesson learnt.
Pubs most frequented: The Grove, The Happy Return, The Jolly Higglers, Fellows Morton & Clayton, Hand & Heart, Sir John Borlase Warren, White Hart, Salutation Inn, Trip to Jerusalem, Royal Children.................I could go on. Some pretty unique pub names up there come to think of it.
So you're a fellow alumnus and also lived a spit and a stride from where I am now. Small world.
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Post by tyrednexited on Aug 22, 2016 12:09:16 GMT
....and a fellow Derbyite (A block and C block - a little before your time, I think. Incidentally, it was the then Hall Warden that first used the "Honest Piss" anagram to me). You're wrong about being a fellow alumnus though - I parted with the University before second-year exams and the point where it decided to part with me . (I did have an offer to return, but by the time it was relevant, I'd taken another career route). I've drunk in all of those pubs at some time, and the JBW became one of my two locals on my return to Nottingham (along with the Three Wheatsheaves at Lenton, where I used to drink with John Kettley - he's a weatherman, you know )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 12:20:03 GMT
Yes I know the Highwayman - both a million years ago when it as a great country boozer, with afters, and more recently as a very pleasant food oriented yuppy place.
Dredging my memory, wasn't that a Fullers place in the day?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 12:21:44 GMT
Blimey. The Three Wheatsheaves, yes I'd forgotten that one. Been there a fair bit.
I was in Matlock House, which was a building added to Derby Hall in about 1980 I think (I was interred there in 1988). My cell overlooked the grassy embankment which lead to the main campus. In my first weeks there I took to wondering what folks with long hair and tie-dye shirts were doing mooching around, picking stuff up and putting it in baskets. In my naiveté I had never heard of magic mushrooms.
My claim-to-fame drinking acquaintance was back at home in a pub called the Hernes Oak in Winkfield (Wethereds house), very near what was then Windsor Safari Park. Used to prop up the bar with Terry Nutkins and Chris Packham. Nutkins was not the most popular man in town let's say.
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