My beer collection is small. Twice-weekly trips to Ton Overmars keep me topped up with drinking beer. What little else I have is mostly gifts.
De Molen 1914 Porter and SSS; Pretty Things XXXX and KK. Just the Pale Ales to go. PA, AK, IPA (an authentic weak one). Then, once I persuade Dolores to replace all our furniture, I can transform our front room into an Edwardian pub. Complete with appropriate beers. Not decided about the spittoons yet.
I had hoped someone else would open one. An Edwardian pub. I keep suggesting it, but no-one's bitten. Can't say I blame them. I wouldn't take business advice from me.
Beer festival. That's the answer to the question: what's the next best thing to a pub? Imagine the scene. A small hall filled with historic beers. Divided not by brewery, but by period. To your left, beers from the 1840's. To your right, the 1940's. A dream. Of mine, if not of yours.
I'd organise it myself. Except persuading brewers to supply it would be a nightmare. Then there's the logistics. And on the other hand, my profound laziness.
A lovely dream. One to roll lovingly around my mind, like cognac in a snifter, as golden leaves tumble by the window and clouds suck away the light.
I won't complain if you turn my dream into reality. Not even if you claim it was your idea. (Well. maybe then I'd moan a bit. But only behind your back.)
Anyone see the festive reference in the photo?
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