Beer: Hackney Kapow! 4.5%
A post M.O.T.H. Club tipple in an impressively sized pub bang in the middle of Hackers. It's strangely not-at-all-busy which is just fine for me and PtmF. Queuing up for a craft beer is a foolish game, after all. In our slightly wrecked state, we don't see the 16 real ale pumps until after we've ordered from shiny craft taps. See picture; and tell us exactly how blind we were.
The Kapow's ok, even if everything in the breezy, empty pub reeks of joss sticks. These supposedly relaxing hippy smells have an alarming effect, particularly on PtmF, who starts seething. As he reaches boiling point, I throw a jacket over him and bundle him back to Hackney Central for the surprisingly easy, predictably painful train ride home to civilisation, via Highbury & Islington and St Pancras.
A post M.O.T.H. Club tipple in an impressively sized pub bang in the middle of Hackers. It's strangely not-at-all-busy which is just fine for me and PtmF. Queuing up for a craft beer is a foolish game, after all. In our slightly wrecked state, we don't see the 16 real ale pumps until after we've ordered from shiny craft taps. See picture; and tell us exactly how blind we were.
The Kapow's ok, even if everything in the breezy, empty pub reeks of joss sticks. These supposedly relaxing hippy smells have an alarming effect, particularly on PtmF, who starts seething. As he reaches boiling point, I throw a jacket over him and bundle him back to Hackney Central for the surprisingly easy, predictably painful train ride home to civilisation, via Highbury & Islington and St Pancras.
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