Mrs W came home earlier than expected, so I just dropped into the shop for a quick take-away rather than a slow smoked Maerzen after my hour and more wrestling with Alexandre Guilmant's organ and his take on Judas Maccabeus's conquering hero.
This evening I've had...
It's from Yorkshire. Pretty good - sweet, strong and dark.
A scouse curiosity (Mad Hatter brewery) - very sour, and not like any broon I've had before. The wininess (if I were Kelvin Mackenzie I'd add an
h after the
w) worked extremely well with pizza.
It's not at all fierce, and I apologise to
@threebikesmcginty for the presence of fruit. It tasted like raspberryade, and went extremely well with a custard tart and an apple danish.
All washed a
Timewatch survey of Cleopatra down extremely well - a crash course in different readings of the last Pharoah, without mentioning either Handel or the Carry On crew. It's a fascinating period of history with modern parallels.