mostly david ephgrave

Tonight, I bought a pint of Guinness with an identity crisis. The great pretender. It clearly didn’t quite know what it was, or it would have presented itself with different, more accurate branding. While I’ve not had an IPA for a long time, I know it doesn’t look like this; not if it’s been correctly stored. Anyone who’d been served an IPA that colour would be perfectly in their rights to send it back; it’s by very definition a pale ale. Any more eagle-eyed North Hertfordshire-based readers might recognise the location of the photograph as the home of Mostly Comedy, the Sun Hotel. I went there tonight with my friend Stephen, after a brief visit to another Hitchin favourite, The Half Moon, on one of our infamous - or these days, infamously sedate - Old Man Pub Crawls, which in this instance consisted of two public houses and little more alcohol than what you can see in the picture. It was a pleasant evening, in pleasant company and pleasant s...