Our Trip to England Told Only in Beer

landlord.jpg Following is our recent trip to London, boiled down to the important part only: the beer. Quantities have been omitted, to protect the guilty, and because I can’t really remember the details. But it should give you a general idea of our travels, and our major accomplishments, within (and without) the UK…
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Samuel Adams Boston Ale (at Samuel Adams Brew House restaurant, Newark Airport)
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Carlsberg (while flying, “free” on British Airways)
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Bass Ale (in the hotel room, purchased at a small grocery store around the corner)
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Boddington’s (with dinner at the hotel restaurant)
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Stella Artois (in the hotel room, purchased at a large grocery store around another corner)
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John Smith’s Bitter (at Oddfellows Arms pub, Stratford-upon-Avon)
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Boddington’s (at the hotel bar, before turning in for the evening)
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Fuller’s London Pride (at Red Lion pub, near Westminster)
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Timothy Taylor Landlord (at The Courtfield pub, outside Earls Court tube station)
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John Smith’s Bitter (in the hotel room, purchased at the large grocery store)
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Adnams the Bitter (at The Duke of Marlborough pub, Woodstock)
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Greene King IPA (at The Phoenix pub, Burford)
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Bass Ale (in the hotel room, purchased at the small grocery store)
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Boddington’s (at the hotel bar again)
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Young’s Bitter (at The Lamb and Flag pub, near Covent Garden, London)
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Fuller’s London Pride (at The George pub, near Fleet Street, London)
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Smiles Best (also at The George)
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Timothy Taylor Landlord (at The Courtfield again)
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Yuengling Lager (in our family room, upon returning home from the airport)
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And that’s our trip to England, told only in beer.
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The ones that really stand out? Stella Artois, because it wasn’t any good. Carlsberg, because it was skunky and kinda yuck. Timothy Taylor Landlord, because it was my favorite beer of the trip. And Fuller’s London Pride, because it was especially tasty, as well.
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The rest run together in my mind. That’s not to say they were bad, because they weren’t. In fact, they were all really good. They just comprise the big mushy middle we beer-drinkers know a thing or two about.
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