They’re big, they’re bland, they can destroy your will to live, and they’re opening everywhere. Could the real future of the British boozer be the living hell that is… the Sunday dinner pub? Continue reading
Despite boasting some distinctly decent boozers, Hertfordshire doesn’t quite seem to have caught up with the real ale revolution. I find myself down this way two or three times a year, visiting in-laws, and the beer never quite hits the spot. What’s with that? Don’t get me wrong: there’s plenty of real ale. But it’s … Continue reading