Happy beer day to me!
Mar. 25th, 2009 09:00 amToday is the first day of NERAX!
pierceheart and I have tickets for tonight and tomorrow. I can't wait to taste some good cask ales! My way of doing things at NERAX:
1. Bring a notebook and pen to jot down impressions of the beer, so you remember the really awesome ones.
2. Order quarter pints most of the time, unless it's a beer you know you love, in which case half a pint is good. At the end of the evening, order half a pint of your favorite.
3. Do not, repeat, DO NOT order the jerk chicken sandwich from the Redbones barbecue people! It will kill your tastebuds!
Last night, the boy and I went to Fleming's Steak House. It was quite good. The service was excellent, and the food was tasty, though nothing that made me go, "oooh, wow!" It DID make me go "nom nom" though. I didn't feel like putting together a bento when I got home. This morning, though, I actually washed out my bento box and made myself a lunch! Today, it's a lettuce and tomato salad with fat free balsamic vinaigrette, two chicken gyoza, a half a Better Than Peanut Butter and low-sugar strawberry jam sandwich on light wheat bread, a Laughing Cow light cheese wedge, and a few slices of turkey pepperoni. Not bad for last-minute! I even made my breakfast bento-y: two slices of bread to toast, a little jar of Better Than Peanut Butter, and a light Activia with a little spoon, in my sandwich bento box.
I think that this weekend, I will take some time to go shopping for pants. I might actually—gasp—buy them new. Not second-hand. NY&Co. is having a sale, and you get an extra discount if you have a credit card from them, which I do. I must have tried on every pair of khaki, tan, and beige pants in sizes 4 through 8 at Garment District last time I was there, and none fit me right. It's very frustrating that the pants that fit my waist and hips are too tight in the thighs, and the ones that fit my thighs are too baggy on my waist and hips. Meh. Damned Moss thunder-thighs. That is, they're from the Moss side of the family, my mother's mother's side, and the curse of the family. At least I have the tits from great-grandma Venus on my mom's father's side to balance them out. The bust of Venus. Heh. :)
1. Bring a notebook and pen to jot down impressions of the beer, so you remember the really awesome ones.
2. Order quarter pints most of the time, unless it's a beer you know you love, in which case half a pint is good. At the end of the evening, order half a pint of your favorite.
3. Do not, repeat, DO NOT order the jerk chicken sandwich from the Redbones barbecue people! It will kill your tastebuds!
Last night, the boy and I went to Fleming's Steak House. It was quite good. The service was excellent, and the food was tasty, though nothing that made me go, "oooh, wow!" It DID make me go "nom nom" though. I didn't feel like putting together a bento when I got home. This morning, though, I actually washed out my bento box and made myself a lunch! Today, it's a lettuce and tomato salad with fat free balsamic vinaigrette, two chicken gyoza, a half a Better Than Peanut Butter and low-sugar strawberry jam sandwich on light wheat bread, a Laughing Cow light cheese wedge, and a few slices of turkey pepperoni. Not bad for last-minute! I even made my breakfast bento-y: two slices of bread to toast, a little jar of Better Than Peanut Butter, and a light Activia with a little spoon, in my sandwich bento box.
I think that this weekend, I will take some time to go shopping for pants. I might actually—gasp—buy them new. Not second-hand. NY&Co. is having a sale, and you get an extra discount if you have a credit card from them, which I do. I must have tried on every pair of khaki, tan, and beige pants in sizes 4 through 8 at Garment District last time I was there, and none fit me right. It's very frustrating that the pants that fit my waist and hips are too tight in the thighs, and the ones that fit my thighs are too baggy on my waist and hips. Meh. Damned Moss thunder-thighs. That is, they're from the Moss side of the family, my mother's mother's side, and the curse of the family. At least I have the tits from great-grandma Venus on my mom's father's side to balance them out. The bust of Venus. Heh. :)
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Date: 2009-03-25 01:20 pm (UTC)The big London beer festival takes up an entire huge exhibition center (about the size of, oh, davis square in general). The problem is you can't get round it all!
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Date: 2009-03-25 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-25 01:35 pm (UTC)http://www.camra.org.uk/page.aspx?o=gbbf
http://www.seetickets.com/gbbf/
I can walk into any of the 4 or 5 closest pubs to the office (including the one in the next building) and get real ale from a hand pump (Timothy Taylor's Landlord is possibly my favorite beer ever, and on tap a 5 min walk from here). It's the norm here unless you go into a chav-filled pub that just has crappy lagers and Guiness. London is good like that.
CAMRA is and always has been a British organisation. I'm now a member, it makes going to most beer festivals cheaper and lets you go sit in the member seating area at the Great British beer festival :)
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Date: 2009-03-25 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-25 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-25 01:52 pm (UTC)http://www.cambridgebeerfestival.com/summer/
The advantage there is it's cheap, not so huge you can't find anyone, they have good food stands and if the weather is good you can sit outside on the grass and watch the clouds go by.