If you're acquainted with the first Lord of the Rings film (the Peter Jackson one) you might remember that Merry (or was it Pippin?) the Hobbit gets very excited when, in an inn, he returns to their table with a pint of beer and declares "It comes in pints!", having previously only had been in smaller measures (probably halves).
This gets referenced quite a lot in our household - partly because the BBB is tall and slender - almost elven you might say and I'm...well, shorter, squat and...Hobbit-like (but for the hairy feet).
Anyhow.
Yesterday I had to pick up a parcel so we headed on to LHG because it was likely to be relatively quiet and we hadn't been for a while.
Arriving at the bar, I was delighted to see that they had two (count 'em) different cask beers on. BBB agreed he'd also like the moasic pale so, without thinking I just asked for two. BBB stepped in to say "two-thirds". Wait, what?
The main thing about LHG establishments has always been their adherence to selling no larger measures than 2/3rds. Whilst initially surprised (maybe annoyed) when we first went to Small Bar - it fairly rapidly turned into our favourite measure. So much so that, from time to time, when given the choice between only pints and halves we regularly get one of each measure, and share.
So this sudden availability of pints (and therefore the need to specify measure when buying) came as a shock. We engaged the bar server on this and shared a chuckle. Interestingly, the thing that struck me most is him saying "I don't miss having to explain to people why they can't have a pint". Fair enough.
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