…if they had swapped out the Twix for Heath, I would have put it in my top-3.

You are about seven years too late mate.

I love it when I am in a bar or brewery, and I am not the only person drinking the cask ale.

My missus would be there to actually do some food shopping.

Wait, what happened to the G train?

Can the unnamed consumer organization taste the difference?

… over the past two weeks, we had hiked through rudimentary trails in all manner of potentially snake-infested terrain and hadn’t gotten a bite, so to speak.

But we did get to see a jackrabbit.

What I didn’t have was an easy path to the bathroom; that extra-time period was not particularly comfortable…

Yep, it has been a dodgy last three weeks.

No casks were on, so I mixed it up with one from each of the four food groups: Pink, Frothy, Hazy, Creamy.

… we are all going to have to deal with the Cask Zombie for another week …

… a man of few words and fewer grins …

There were some scary bartenders in Edinburgh who wouldn’t think twice before mocking a long-haired sassenach.

Although you may be unfortunate enough to experience a Cask Whisperer sighting, it is a bit like Bigfoot only with more hair; run before it chews your ears off!

I walked over to the railings looking out onto Hell Gate, pumped my fist into the air, and yelled out “Bowen!” before returning to my bench with a sheepish grin on my face.