Scorcher

The sun still very much had it’s hat on come Friday evening when I’d finished work. Esther and I ambled up to The Telegraph on Putney Heath as it’s got one of the best beer gardens in London. The Telegraph has a great selection of ales and lots that I’ve not tried, however, the weather and my thirst meant that was hankering for another type of beverage.

Pint No. 120

What? – Symond’s

Where? – The Telegraph, Putney

When? – Friday 20th April 2018

Cider, cider, cider. If only I could get a nice pint of Somerset cider. But you have to make do and this case, it was Symond’s cider that I had to make do with. Symond’s is a weird one because on the face of it, it’s not that bad at all. It’s got a tangy sweetness to it, not too fizzy and quite drinkable. However, when you sit to think about it, it all just tastes a bit fake. The tangyness isn’t real, the sweetness is artificial. It just isn’t quite right. It’s the sort of cider that I could imagine being produced in a post-apocalyptic time where the Earth can no longer sustain the growth of real apples so the best and brightest minds make this synthetic concoction instead. It’s like Data from Star Trek: The Next Generation in that at first glance, it passes as the thing it’s mimicking, but when you really look, it’s a floored clone. Having said all that, it’s still a better drink than the likes of Strongbow, Magners et al.

Overall score: 2.5/5.

After quenching my thirst, I decided to move on to a pump of a bit more intrigue. They had a pint of Diamond Geezer, complete with Del Boy pump clip that caught my eye. Unfortunately this was off, so I went with fellow By The Horns Brewery pint, Lambeth Walk Porter.

Pint No. 121

What? – By The Horns, Lambeth Walk Porter

Where? – The Telegraph, Putney

When? – Friday 20th April 2018

Unfortunately this turned out to be a mistake, though in fairness, this was not entirely the fault of the beer. It was just not the right circumstance for a powerful porter. It was really strong in flavour, full bodied and had the general aura of being a Winter/Spring bev. Out in a sunny beer garden was not the time or the place.

Overall Score: 1.5/5.

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