I have early morning starts for work, plus young children, so I don’t frequent the local public houses anywhere near as much as I used to. The upside is, whenever I do go out, I’ve saved so much money over the years brewing my own that I never baulk at the price of a pint.
“Eight fifty you say? Don’t mind if I do!”
“Nine quid for a third? Sod it, I’ll buy two!”
Yeah, sometimes I think I could brew 20 litres plus of whatever I’m drinking for the equivalent price of the pint but a lot of the time I see crazy beers that I would never have thought to even attempt to brew. Rhubarb and custard saison? Blood orange imperial sour?! Go on then, I’ll have a stab at brewing one myself. Good pubs that stock good beer are an inspiration to me. More so now than ever that I can’t visit them as much as I used to.
I miss the tingle of anticipation when you walk in and you don’t know what beers they’ll have on. I miss the smell of a pub. The background noise of people chattering away. I miss bumping into old acquaintances or striking up a conversation with someone who’s equally as enthusiastic of the beer they’re drinking as you are. I miss pubs. I’ll keep going just to support them and make sure they never go away and remain in rude health forever and always.
Bollocks to the money, pubs are fantastic.