Ok even I think Duvel is a bit strong for pub drinking,
Edit: and I've got 3 bottles of Proper Job left after the 12 beers I bought in Tesco. In case any of the lightweights wondered. Although I may go back downstairs for another.
I've been in Swansea for the weekend while Mrs W is away in Dublin, so I asked that @theclaud for a few recommendations. Not fancying being the lonely git being laughed at by all the loved-up couples in the decent restaurants she recommended I went to the Smoke Haus. It's a surprisingly decent place, despite being a bit man vs meat and having overloud music (I see it's chosen by the clientele - unfortunately I'm an Android chap, so I couldn't try getting my own eccentric selection played). It's got a decent drinks list too, even if it is a bit West Coast IPA and light lager.
Sierra Nevada porter to start - restrained perhaps because too cold.
Then with my main course (it's just about the smallest thing they do - half a rack of ribs) I thought I'd experiment and see if a hop monster in its natural habitat worked.
Up to a point. It's Snake Dog by Flying Dog. Probably the best thing about it is the Ralph Steadman label.
Then I went round the corner to the Gravity Station. It's a new-style boozer where the stag parties flick through boxes of vinyl.
I described what I was interested in and immediately three tasters appeared in front of me. One of them was Mumbles' Triple Hop - very nice in the tiny dose of a tasting glass, but not one to spend any time on. The second was a dark Koelsch which equally I thought I didn't want a pint of, so I took a punt on a spinach stout called Sailor Man from the Waen brewery and sank into a sofa.
That eyesore in the background seemed to belong to one of the members of staff, who wheeled it out of the way as the band were setting up. It's amusing for an acoustic musician to see how long it takes an amplified band to set up. By the time they were ready to play I would have been in the pub having done two halves of a concert and an interval.
No prizes for guessing which I chose for my pudding and nightcap.
Very very nice indeed. I thought I wouldn't be able to escape from the man-eating leather sofa but somehow I managed it. Despite a pint of 7% Snowball, which took me right back to my childhood.
I did intend to post that lot last night, but for some reason I was a bit sleepy and couldn't stay awake beyond 9:30. As a result I can't tell you anything about the band, other than the fact that they seemed to be four middle-aged blokes who had a singer, a drummer and a couple of electric guitars - and what looked like a ukelele banjo case. They were just about to start as I headed hotelwards about 9:00.
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