I'm in my London abode for a few days. Getting off the tube at Algate I see that the Still and Star has a sign outside advertising Butcome Bitter as this month's guest. Not good. It's a malt monster and just too dark for a bitter, so I guess I'll need to look elsewhere. I note also that Shep's White Swan has a cellarmanship award on its outside wall. Shall I go there and check it out? Doubt it. Shep's beers do little for me and Early Bird, the seasonal, does even less.
Still E is just home. Maybe we'll find something to drink?
SAVED BY THE BELL. MRS RM ARRIVES AT BATH 6/7
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November 2024. Bath. These blog post titles could do with a BRAPA edit;
staying in Waterbeach both expands your gut and rots your brain. Nearly at
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4 comments:
Weirdly, we went to the Charles Lamb in Islington last night having been reminded of it by Stonch. I had two pints of Butcombe which kicked the buttocks of any I've ever had in the West Country. It's not a world beater, if I'm honest, but the homesickness thing means I cut it a lot of slack. But it was bloody nice last night -- and amazingly hoppy!
Butcombe hoppy? I'm going to bed now!
I know -- crazy. It's usually bitter, and a bit sulphurous, but not hoppy. Nonetheless, the two pints I had this week had "veritable hops". I'm no expert on how these things work, but maybe the pub chucked a hop cake (is that the term I'm after?) in at their end...?
I know exactly what you mean and can't think of the exact term either. I think they are called "plugs" though, which are just compressed whole hops rather than the pellets which are different. I've often thought if I had a pub, I'd keep a stock handy!
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