I've never been a fan of Boddingtons Bitter. But if I went back to a recipe from 1945, would it be any good? And how would it compare to the Boddingtons you can buy today?
There was a time where, if I was in a pub and there was no real ale, or if there was and it was absolutely terrible (gone off, poorly looked after, or whatever), I'd go for a pint of stout. And that usually meant Guinness. Recently I tried to brew my own version of the black stuff, because why not?
Ever since the Wandle passed under a train line in Merton, it's changed. Less playful, less happy. The river has been hiding away from the Wandle Trail. Keeping its distance.
This nation should be celebrating a high quality beverage produced by highly skilled craftsmen. One of the few things we actually make in our country. We should be celebrating and ringing its name on high.
GMG to drop original programming and cut staff at Channel M – guardian.co.uk Says something about local TV in the UK if Guardian Media Group can't even make it work in a city the size of Manchester. Sam Smiths Pubs Locations Sam Smiths are a strange company. They don't do music. They don't advertise. Food is usually very basic. It's hard to buy their beers anywhere other than their pubs. They only sell their own products, with the odd exception of McCoy's crisps. They don't even have a website. Their pubs don't even have their logo on it. They don't particularly innovate. At all. And they haven't put their prices up (bar duty) for about 18 years, so you can get a pint for less than £2. Oh and they have some of the finest, best looking and well looked after pubs you'll find in the UK. But you'd never know where they are. Unless someone created a website to tell you… Top marks to James Gretton then! A brief view of the power of Samuel Smiths Old Brewey – Tadcaster From BBC's Inside Out Yorks and Lincs, a different insight into the strange world of Sam Smiths, and their... View Article
Guinness - a pint of the black stuff. So well known it's even in the spell checker on my PC. And when you're in Ireland, you can't escape the stuff. It's everywhere.