Wednesday, 10 December 2014
In this cider pub
In this cider pub there is the smell of a dozen ciders
slumbering in their boxes, a sweaty, vinegary, sour, wine-like, pungent,
otherworldly, half-pleasing, half-repulsive aroma, cheese-like, Parmesan
perhaps, the relic of decay in the air allied to the dereliction of daytime
duty that drinking cider in this ambience of insolence implies. I order a beer.
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This reminds me of a micropub in Margate me and the lads visited this summer. A wall of warm, sweaty cider
ReplyDeleteThe best of it has that wonderful organic character which is far more like home vegetable gardening than even home brewing.
ReplyDeletethen there’s the smell of the dressing room after football…
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