Well it’s been a little long while since my last column here at Seclusiasis, but I’m back and ever so slightly hungover. Last night I ventured to one of my local favourites, The White Horse.
I’ve never tried the food here but I’m told it’s top banana, but that’s not why I’m writing this; I’m here to talk about drinking. Perhaps Dev79 can pop down and give you the lowdown.
The White Horse is a lovely pub in the north of Leamington Spa with plenty of dark ales with silly names, ciders that actually taste nice and even a few good lagers if you’re an unrefined lout like me. A little on the pricey side, but then it’s pretty much the nicest pub in the area and has plenty of jolly nice people to distract you from your dwindling finances.
I opted for my usual Peroni, while my girlfriend tucked into (read “downed”) a nice Scottish cider called “Thistly Cross“. The Peroni was pretty standard but the cider, while quite sweet and not at all dry, tasted as though someone had dropped a shot of whiskey in it. Fear not though, since that probably wasn’t the case and, even if it was, in my neck of the woods we don’t call that a spiked drink, we call it a bargain.
Join me next month when I’ll be reviewing some “dark ales with silly names”. I’m not sure why I’m doing that since I don’t like ales but there we go, I’ve promised it now.
