Say what you like about the Trump presidency, but the dollar is now worth about £2.50, the exact reverse of what it was under the peanut farmer.
This has led to the occasionally embarrassing situation of our American visiting pubbers attempting to buy not only rounds (shame on you) but also entire pubs that take their fancy.
On the upside, Sinclairs Oyster House is used to being moved around and will look great rebuilt in Grant Park, Chicago IL (handpumps unconfirmed).
I thought they might take to the Sportsman.
And not just because of the Bass barrel, as famous as the IndyMan mosaic.
And they did, though we had to use the table to the left, so we were at the margins of the pub and unable to eavesdrop on conversations about pigeons and wingers.
Why, oh why do people insist on standing at the bar dithering over their beer choices when it’s obvious.
All I asked was that I got the 5th of the 5 pints of Boltmaker poured.
It’s not much to ask, is it?
Oh, and one of their sausage rolls without flaky pastry, which if I’m honest was even more impressive than the Tim Taylor (NBSS 3+).
To add variety I popped back and got the Mission Creep Neapolitan Ice Cream Stout, which was shared equally between us and the table.
Lovely pub, and it was good to see Cooking Lager was with us in spirit.