So it’s no big secret that I started drinking only about 5 years ago. I have never been drunk (despite what Stephanie Fox might say – ahem) and am still finding out what I like and don’t like.
It is also no secret that the UKers love their pints. Love them – lagers, ales, stellas, and on and on. The problem is…I am not a huge beer fan. I enjoy the first few sips and then the taste just becomes insipid in my mouth. Does this make me a posh bastard?
This is also a problem because every drop of alcohol is measured here so a gin and tonic doesn’t have the kick of an NYC gin and tonic. And asking for a dirty martini – my #1 go to – resulted in some stares.
However…ciders…ah yes…I can now have a steady pub drink: Cider.
I suppose it’s something like wine coolers? Although I never had one so I can only imagine. It’s like happy adult fruit juice. My choice is the Kopparberg Pear one. Good lord…what a flavor.
Though I AM drinking copious amounts of tea. It’s embarrassing. I don’t know what it is about being here that makes me drink more tea than I ever did in NYC.
Though I suppose I will lose credibility unless I develop a damn good taste for pints.
In terms of pubs I have some great ones around the corner from where I live. But you can’t beat old pubs. They are incredible. The architecture alone. We talk about “old” buildings in America, but that’s a joke compared to here. You can actually feel the history here. And it’s odd seeing modernity creep in right alongside it. Never in 6 years did I ever feel any tingles looking at any skyline or building or park. But here, it happens all the time. I feel excited about being here. New York was always a means to an end for me, but London is some wild adventure where I have no idea what is around the next corner. And I think I like that.