….I’d them why, but what’s the use?
Dry January long over, time to sample some of the beers my in-laws bought me for Christmas.
Sooo….The Marble Brewery Amontillardo Old Ale.
12.5%.
Sounds promising.
‘Aged in a sherry cask for one year with a house microflora’.
Warning bells begin to ring.
First taste and the gag reflex kicks in.
Seduce my footwear, nothing I’ve ever drank, for pleasure or otherwise, has tasted so utterly rank.
Think Bristol Cream mixed with Barley Wine, strained through a tramp’s cheesecloth and matured in Dennis Nilsen’s u-bend.
Jesus H Corbett in a piss powered sidecar, that stuff is rank.
I loved the Marble Arch.
It’s sloping floor, it’s beautiful tiling, it’s eclectic jukebox, it’s tolerance of Manchester’s least boring alcoholics.
But, if you accidentally step in something unpleasant next time you cross the hallowed step, I’ve submitted my off-line review.