Thursday, 2 January 2014
Throwing down an Abt or two this evening, at the arse end of the year, my mind wanderered off to beers past.
Tetley's Mild. My favourite beer of all time.
A beer that just scraped over 3% ABV. But hit heights that were higher than beers of triple its strength.
Black Dog. Sheepscar. Rising Sun.
The Cardigan Arms. My best ever were there. When they went from electric to handpulls. As if they'd just switched the colours on.
I've drunk all sorts of poncy stuff. But the best pints I've had were in Leeds. And all Tetley's Mild.