Happy New Year from Vegas. According to CNN it’s now 1958 in America, which may be generous.
We spent last night queuing for the world’s best tacos,
and trying to cobble together enough nickels and dimes for our midnight feast of Hersheys and Reeces. We are the high rollers Vegas dreams of.
Earlier we did the “walking along the Strip” with a $9 plastic glass of beer thing that reminds you how great England is.
Sin City Brewing operate a number of bars along the strip, including this little stand-up joint outside Bally’s, which gives you a decent view of the Celine sign.
Now, this isn’t as flash a bar as you’ll get in Dulwich or Didsbury.
But I liked the simplicity of the beer range (here I go again), and the way the staff encouraged me to upgrade from their standard IPA to a seasonal DIPA.
It was sensational. “Tell us it tastes like BrewDog, Mrs RM“, I urged.
But it didn’t. It tasted like Beavertown’s Lupuloid.
If you’re going to steal, steal with pride.