I’m greedy, I always have been, put a packet of tescos value chocolate chip cookies in front of me, and I will devour them before the wrapping has touched the ground.
After a shit week at work, I took my second in command out for a beer with me to our local overpriced imported beer restaurant bar.
I don’t know what it is, but the Super Scottish Gene kicks in, I am scottish, born and bred highlander, and I start comparing % alcohol to volume to price .
The imported craft beers range from around 5GBP to 8.6GBP per bottle, some 330ml and some 500ml.
I spend ages, every time I go in pouring over the menu working out the best value to volume to % acl content. I have even started working on a spreadsheet.
I could just buy a few and enjoy them, but it would take away the fun.
At my local in the NE, whenever it Orkney SKull SPlitter was on tap, I would drink as much as I could, generally 5-6pints for the sheer value of it.
Who else is like this? Greedy for the strength of beer rather than the taste.
Tonight I have had – a Fullers Honey Beer, a Rogue Summer Ale, a Hob Goblywin something or other one I have forgotten, and two Trapists Deleriums, which I wish I had just left in the fridge.
Fullers Honey is manky