Regular readers will know what I think about home drinking, and the superiority of the pub over the lounge.
I’m a dying breed.
Some of Beer Twitter took offence at this, rather missing the point Mudgie was making back in July when he noted the “rancid snobbery” of folk horrified that anyone could enjoy a plain pint in a plain pub;
“Uncanny. A photo that captures Brexit Britain. A life epitomised by a crap beer in a miserable bar being told by a bunch of crooked politicians that they’re having a good time and helping Britain.” – Gary
I’m afraid I’ve been drinking at home, folks. And not to save micro-breweries or pubs. If I’m honest, it’s just the basis for a walk and a chance to peep inside a pub while they fill my milk bottle with murk.
There’s even an interactive guide to takeaway beer; I could print it out and pink it in, couldn’t I ?
Here’s the take-outs I’m admitting to since we moved to Sheffield last month.
The Bradfield brewery shop minikeg
This was my birthday treat (actually I wanted Belgian Blue but it had gone) and it was a disaster, with me failing to follow simple instructions on the top and a video link which ended with 3 pints out of 9 on Mrs RM’s shoes and (soon to be discarded) carpet.
Ed Zeppelin said “Tip on releasing pressure from mini-kegs; carefully pour off some beer first, until the flow eases, then open the vent.” Too late, Ed.
It started off too cold, but by the time we finished the keg for Christmas lunch it was NBSS 3.5 standard. At least, I thought it was finished. But I went back to it 2 days later, tipped it at an angle, and somehow squeezed another pint and a half (each !) out at midnight.
The 2 pint of cask pub takeout
At the venerable Kelham Island Tavern,
and the Gardener’s Rest
and the Fat Cat
and the Harlequin
we’ve had some wonderful beer, alternating porters and bitters and crafty keg with impunity.
The only problem is, cask must by law be enjoyed within 3 hours, which means drinking 4 pints between us in an evening out of Bass glasses (NBSS 3.5/4). That’s not a habit you can keep up forever.
So we’ve had a few nights testing out craft beers of lower ABV. Mrs RM bought me this for my birthday.
And I picked up a 4 pack of (former) Locale Stones Bitter from Morrisons, which has a formidable collection of cans, cheese and kippers.
It’s rubbish, unless you chill it then shake it, after which it tastes a bit like Caffrey’s.
This week I’ll head into South Sheffield; Jabbarwocky has Polish vodka even if the beer’s run out.