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.


  1. This reminds me of a micropub in Margate me and the lads visited this summer. A wall of warm, sweaty cider

  2. The best of it has that wonderful organic character which is far more like home vegetable gardening than even home brewing.

  3. then there’s the smell of the dressing room after football…