Wednesday - Pub Strolling Day

Caught my usual bus and made my way to the St Nicholas Farmers Market. I tracked down the pieman, I am sure that his name must be Simon! Bought my usual PM pie and entered the Commercial Rooms. Here I got served straight away, thank goodness for small mercies. Started the pub stroll with a pint of Maid Marion 4.5% from Springhead Brewery. A blonde type beer with nice citrus overtones. Slightly sweet to start but a nice bitter finish. Very light in the mouth. Hardly any head and just a little lacing. A very nice start to the afternoon. We then made our way through the market to The Old Fish Market a Fullers pub for a pint of Front Row 3.7%. A brown bitter with a small head and good lacing in the glass. Sweet to start but a nice bitter follow through. As with nearly all of Fullers bitters there is always that faintly but nice taste of London Pride. The Fish Market is a very nice pub where the food looked very good and the beer even better. A definate candidate for a return visit. It was then on down across the river and into the V Shed a Weatherspoons No 1 Lloyds pub. The surroundings are pleasant but not really my cup of tea. For a Weatherspoons there is very little choice of beer. Just Ruddles, Abbot and Butcombe Gold. Of course there was a huge selection of lagers, ciders, and bottled beers. Shame really. However, we had a pint of Butcombe Gold 4.4%. A rather surprisingly good tasting beer. So we decided to stay. Pete treated us to a bowl of chips very tasty and then we had a final pint of Butcombe. Slightly sweet but with a lingering bitterness. We also sorted our Lybia, Gaddaffi, NATO, the USA and a host of other problems that seem to be plaguing the world at the present time. I still believe that the Bristish Government could do far worse that emply Pete and I as advisors on the world political and military scene. We wouldn't charge much as long as the contract stated that beer, of our choice, would be supplied whilst we were deliberating and formulating our advice. Anyway, the day came to an end so I caught my usual bus home, the number 42. Which by a quirk of fate did not change into a number 43. So I had the minimum distance to walk to my home and a plate of liver and onions with a selection of veg. Yummy!