Together at the bar
I wouldn’t necessarily call myself a beer drinker. Yet weirdly over the past year or so during lockdowns, a proper pint from a pub has been one of the things I’ve missed the most. I can open a nice bottle of wine at home, I can just about mix a negroni for myself and the pre-dinner G&T before attempting to cook may not have been quite the same as one from a favourite hotel bar but it did the job. But a beer from a bottle or can from the fridge just isn’t the same as one from the barrel of a pub. That first sip of a freshly pulled pint of ice-cold lager is euphoric.