...we all know there's no such thing.
No single perfect pub, no beer which will be our single desert island beer for any length of time nothing is perfect and yet a moment can be.
So it was yesterday.
Frantic deadline chasing and cat herding had me at my desk pretty much solidly all day from 8am.
By 4.45 I was done (and, apparently, so was the day's work - more or less).
"Andy's got ZZ Hop at the Crown" quoth the BBB
So we hightailed it down there. The Crown tends to be pretty quiet on a Monday so it was also a peaceful refuge (unlike Saturday in Beerama which was lovely, but LOUD).
I took games, but in the end we didn't play them. We nattered. About work, about the garden, about nonsense, etc and the concept of "It takes a village" referring to our roles at work mentoring young people and coaxing them into work competence.
The ZZ Hop flowed (looking a little odd in Timmy Taylor branded glasses) and it was in perfect condition, cool and soothing.
We so seldom see Arbor beer in any draught form - let alone gravity poured cask - it was a special treat after a bit of a wearing day.
On the way home we picked up take out food and the rest of the evening was perfectly relaxed.
I may have to revisit my opinion on Martin Parr, too - but that's for another time.
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