Jackie had an appointment for work in Bath and when it was done we went to the Grapes for a drink and to give her a chance to change clothes. The bartender picked up the accents and assumed the worst (tourists) and condescended, “are we puzzled by the ales?”
“No, I’d like a cider,” I said, pointing at the Old Rosie.
“We have four ciders,” he chimed in. “This one is cloudy and quite strong,” he warned, ominously.
“I’m familiar with it…” I started.
“Oh, then pint or half?” he interrupted.
“Slow down, chief. You have four, so what are the others?” Turns out he only had Blackthorn, Strongbow, and Thatchers otherwise.
“Which Thatchers?” I asked, catching him off-guard. I didn’t want it…I just wanted to set things right.
Nice pub, otherwise.