Pieced back together
Machines on the Razor’s Edge
For the holiday.
Name: Fireside Ale
Venue: Red Lion, Marston
Review/notes: A misty morning and nippy noon combined for a languorous Lion lunch lope.
Alliteration aside, it is the day before my Thanksgiving break (the holiday will be the last thing I squeeze out of my American pustule) and I dashed around to put critically ill instruments into induced comas while making mildly sick ones usable for a couple of days.
The Fireside was quite nice…chestnut in colour and walnut in flavour (bitter, astringent, and a bit varnish-y like I like).
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]