Before we went to Chimichanga on our work night out we stopped in at The Old Brewery Tavern. Well we were passing, and we saw workmates inside. Also they do real ale there, and so if I was going to be able to have one beer at all while driving, best to have it early. It's a nice place, civilised, though Clare always thinks it's a bit old people, so we never go in there. Well that and the fact we never go out in Canterbury, those are the reasons we never go there. I've had a nice afternoon in there drinking beer and watching rugby while Clare has shopped in the past. So, a nice quiet spot for a pre-dinner beer.
Then we went back after the meal, and it CHANGED. It happened gradually, they lowered the lights, they removed all the pump clips to disguise the fact that they sell local real ale and they started lining up jagerbombs along the bar. Then a velvet rope went up outside, about a dozen bouncers arrived, they moved a till to the front door, and suddenly it was a proper pay-to-get-in nightclub. And we were trapped inside!
OK, not trapped, not my ideal sort of spot but we were in a big group of people of different tastes. I think more of the group would have preferred the real ale-ness of its daytime incarnation, which is why there were murmerings to go to The Foundry instead. By the time this was properly established as the plan, I had definitely lost my momentum, and so headed home.
I think the evening ended a bit earlier than people had planned, but the timing certainly suited me. I was home again by about eleven after dropping some people off, and then sat up and watched Rev and 8 Out Of 10 Cats when I got in.
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