Beery meanderings until the real business of 24 beers before Christmas begins.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
It was a dark and stormy night...
With eyes like two halves of a pithy blood orange and a bellyful of wind that’s making sounds to give singing, diving, pilot whales a run for their watery money, I stroll into The Rake in Borough hoping for some solace. Instead, I find Dark Star Tripel.