After several hours of meetings…………
5.20pm: Hotel bars. Faceless people, tasteless beer.
5.40pm: A bit more like it! Great pint of Spitfire at the Bishops Arms in Vasagatan.
8.40pm: Oh now we're talking. Swedish micro heaven at the Glenfiddich Warehouse in Gamla Stan.
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And then, good people, it was bed by midnight (ish). Another long day of beeriness completed. A new day just beginning………………
From mediocre to decent to great! A beer-drinkers journey.
Tonight I’m gonna have myself some planked steak and a bottle of Hell at home and just chill out. Maybe pop-open a bottle of Hog Heaven later on.
Have a nice weekend!
Cheers!
Hmm my comment must have disappeared. Anyway fun when a night goes from mediocre spendrups to a decent pint of spitfire to some great microbrews. It almost becomes like a symbol for the transformation from a regular lager-guy to a beer-nerd.
Cheers!
I don’t believe you went to bed at midnight-ish! You just say that because you know me and your mum might read your blog!
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@Fredrik: Bit late in replying because of the show, but hope you were in Hog Heaven this weekend!