Beer & Me

I’m reasonable certain that “my local” is a British term that refers to the pub which one chooses to call home.

I’ve never really had one.

For a few years now I’ve been rooting for a brewpub a few blocks away from me and the only one in my small town. But it continues to disappoint.

I stopped in today for lunch. I ordered a mild ale that they had on tap and was thoroughly disappointed. My rule of thumb is that if a brewpub lets you down then have the porter or stout. These styles are very hard to screw up and this rule has served me well. So, disappointed with this oddly bitter version of mild, I ordered the porter. It was OK and was serving well to get me through the rest of the meal. Then I noticed the napkin.

There was a bit of wadded paper floating just below the head on my beer and it didn’t become visible until I’d had a few sips. I don’t know where it came from and I’d prefer not to think about it. I called the server over and she quickly removed the offending pint.

That puts another 8 months at least on this establishment becoming my local.