Again, a bit of context for the Marston’s Burton Bitter.
A few years ago my mate had his stag weekend in Hathersage. Spotting an opportunity for a sneaky ride, I got there v early doors on the Friday and churned out a good few miles before getting back to the bunkhouses. A ‘warm-up’ on the Friday evening got well out of hand, so by the time I woke up on Saturday morning I was a bit ‘offside’.
His joint best man (I don’t approve of that, BTW), took us for a walk along Stanage Edge – great under normal circumstances, but not in the cold and wind with a filthy hangover.
On getting back to Hathersage, we went into one pub and I chewed my way through a couple of pints of Taylor’s Landlord – normally a good’un, but I find it dries my mouth out a bit, especially when I was completely arseholed the night before.
However, one sip of Burton Bitter at the Scotman’s Pack and I was back in the room. I saw three of those beauties off in the time it took everyone else to have one, then I was on fire for the rest of the day and night.
It was like some magic elixir…….