This would be an excellent plan, but these were the last of that particular batch. It was quite, quite foul when I first drank it about three months ago. Yesterday it was like nectar. This is what's so frustrating: but for the slightly unfortunate digestive episode, I would happily conclude that I have cracked the secret of making good sparkling cider.
I think consumers are going to consider that as rather more than just a side effect.
I was presented with 7% lager on Saturday in the pub and told that, due to its incredible strength, one was only allowed to order in two-third of a pint.
Well I will NOT be told what size drink I can and cannot have. I had a Guinness instead. **** them.
No, they actually have the little glasses. Every beer can be ordered as a half, two thirds or a pint.
Its a 'tap house' apparently, not just a pub. I had a long conversation with them about this and I am still none the wiser as to what's the difference is.
On the wall it says 'we do not sell Fosters'.
It is the only pub in the town centre that isnt either violent or drowned in appalling music. I have to go in there