Laughing_Gnome_Invisible
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Well, this section is for drucken ramblings, and I'm pretty druck right now...so I'll tell y'all about my perfect pint in the hope that you will tell your own tale!
August 1993. It was a Flowers IPA. surprising really, because at it's best Flowers could only normally be described as a good pint. Even more surprising was that I had this pint at The Lord Nelson, Hythe, England. Not the best of pubs, and it certainly had no particular reputation for keeping it's ale in prime condition. They always kept their pipes clean, but the staff rotation there often meant that the beer was not always quite as it should be.
Anyways, this particular day my dad was on a rare visit. This was at a stage in our lives before we truly appreciated eachother for some reason. We got a round in, (both flowers IPA) and for whatever reason, we decided to just step out of the door and do a spot of people watching.
I can never forget the feeling of total happiness of the moment as I took a gulp of what tasted like pure nectar. I now realise that this feeling was largely due to my company at the time, however, it would have never been the same without the luck to have been drawn a truly wonderful pint in it's prime. Say what you like about cask conditioning, sometimes you might get a sub-standard pint that is still good, but when everything comes together, and the stars are properly aligned you get to taste perfection.
Anyone else remember their perfect pint? Please tell!
Reference point. We were stood at the open door in this pic.
View of the street: The pub is on the left.
August 1993. It was a Flowers IPA. surprising really, because at it's best Flowers could only normally be described as a good pint. Even more surprising was that I had this pint at The Lord Nelson, Hythe, England. Not the best of pubs, and it certainly had no particular reputation for keeping it's ale in prime condition. They always kept their pipes clean, but the staff rotation there often meant that the beer was not always quite as it should be.
Anyways, this particular day my dad was on a rare visit. This was at a stage in our lives before we truly appreciated eachother for some reason. We got a round in, (both flowers IPA) and for whatever reason, we decided to just step out of the door and do a spot of people watching.
I can never forget the feeling of total happiness of the moment as I took a gulp of what tasted like pure nectar. I now realise that this feeling was largely due to my company at the time, however, it would have never been the same without the luck to have been drawn a truly wonderful pint in it's prime. Say what you like about cask conditioning, sometimes you might get a sub-standard pint that is still good, but when everything comes together, and the stars are properly aligned you get to taste perfection.
Anyone else remember their perfect pint? Please tell!
Reference point. We were stood at the open door in this pic.
View of the street: The pub is on the left.