...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 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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