An impotent thimble-full of mirky dish-water, described on the Bill Of Fare as a "doppio espresso", prepared with a disaffected press of a button on a cheap machine of plastic construction and served at a popular establishment at the head of one of Lakeland's most beautiful lakes....
And the cost for introducing this astringent agent to my Pyloric Antrum ?
... why moan with doubtful indignation when you have been prepared to pay the price. ;D
Who's moaning ?
It was well worth the £3.50 for the caffeine boost to the fell climb.
(...with a little spare to Provoke the Purple Prose of my Previous Post).
Glad to hear that the astringent agent did not contract the organic tissue your pyloric antrum sufficiently to prevent egress of the caffeine for absorption by the villus of your small intestine to give a sufficient boost to your fell ascent. ;D
I just can't resist throwing money at lukewarm, push-button, Faux-Italian, stale-tasting coffee.
So imagine my delight at vellicating my caliculus gustatorius with a congruous double expresso, served at the ***** ***** Inn, in ******, for an extremely reasonable FOUR.POUNDS.FORTY.PENCE.
(Having drunk this Moka Shockerlatti at 4.30PM, you might understand why I'm typing this at 1.04AM...!)
Wide-Eyed and Sleepless King Kaffeen
I find this really quite surprising. Yesterday I bought a guide to the Lake District in a charity shop in Kensington, penned by some Baddeley chap.
On page 17 he writes: "It may truly be said of the English Lake hotels and inns that they are equal in accommodation to those of other districts and ... moderate in their charges ... the visitor may nearly always depend upon finding the real landlord at his post to answer any disputed point. The smaller inns are almost, if not quite, without exception clean and ready to provide simple fare and accommodation in an acceptable form."
It pays to shop around.
p.s. I hope you are sufficiently de-caffeinated some time this weekend to get some shut-eye.
Dont wind me up about drinking and driving - after a good day on the hill I love heading straight to the nearest Pub for that first refreshing pint
As I drink and drive quite a lot - one, may be even two pint shandys after I come off the hill
WHY do I always get charged the full price for a pint of beer - when half of it is lemonade (that I can buy at tesco's for 20p for 2 litres) and most of the cost of the beer is tax and on something that I havent bought
REALLY WINDS ME UP !!!!
Does anyone know the rest of the words to a song that I only know the chorus too (often sang in times of foul weather on top of a big hill somewhere)
"...I'D SOONER BE SNUG IN A LAKELAND PUB ....DRINKING NUT BROWN BEER"