TheLocalYokel
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I'm partial to a glass or two of whisky or whiskey - visited Bushmills Distillery earlier this summer when touring Ireland, and because Mrs Yokel hates the stuff I enjoyed quite a decent range of the samples on offer, having her allotment as well as my own.
I can't say I can recognise Bell's or Teacher's or Johnnie Walker or whatever, unless I see the bottle, but I think I can distinguish single malt from blended although I'd struggle to recognise the various single malts individually.
I'm also partial to brandy. In fact, I'll drink most spiris if offered although the one I'm not so keen on is gin.
My favourite Reds are Merlot, Shiraz and Cabernet Sauvignon with Pinot Grigio, Sauvignon Blanc and Riesling leading the Yokel's Whites stable. I tend to avoid Rose these days as I have a habit of drinking it like lemonade - in huge gulps.
Probably most F4A members were not around in the 1960s - at least not as adults - when the habit of 'ordinary people' going out for meals in restaurants began in earnest. One of the early leaders of this trend was Berni Inns that happened to be based where I live (Bristol). In those days a typical gastronomic night out for fledgeling diners at a Berni Inn would be prawn cocktail, rump steak and Black Forest gateau, washed down by the contents of what we thought were oddly-shaped bottles of Mateus Rose. Those were the days when many of us plebs had begun to buy a house (we could then and were largely the first generation of universal house buyers) and going out to dine at restaurants, even if they were often little more than pub/restaurants, made us think we were really going up in the world.
Because I'm a bit paranoid about trying to keep fit and not putting on too much weight I don't often embark on what would be my favourite type of meal, almost Churchillian in scope although few could match his capacity for drink. I'm not too bothered about the food so long as it was well prepared, expertly cooked and ample (my food tastes are quite catholic - I'm not a fussy eater), and with my very occasional gargantuan meal I'd drink a few glasses of wine, have port with the cheese course and finish with a brandy or two. I'd have to fast for a fortnight after all that.
I can't say I can recognise Bell's or Teacher's or Johnnie Walker or whatever, unless I see the bottle, but I think I can distinguish single malt from blended although I'd struggle to recognise the various single malts individually.
I'm also partial to brandy. In fact, I'll drink most spiris if offered although the one I'm not so keen on is gin.
My favourite Reds are Merlot, Shiraz and Cabernet Sauvignon with Pinot Grigio, Sauvignon Blanc and Riesling leading the Yokel's Whites stable. I tend to avoid Rose these days as I have a habit of drinking it like lemonade - in huge gulps.
Probably most F4A members were not around in the 1960s - at least not as adults - when the habit of 'ordinary people' going out for meals in restaurants began in earnest. One of the early leaders of this trend was Berni Inns that happened to be based where I live (Bristol). In those days a typical gastronomic night out for fledgeling diners at a Berni Inn would be prawn cocktail, rump steak and Black Forest gateau, washed down by the contents of what we thought were oddly-shaped bottles of Mateus Rose. Those were the days when many of us plebs had begun to buy a house (we could then and were largely the first generation of universal house buyers) and going out to dine at restaurants, even if they were often little more than pub/restaurants, made us think we were really going up in the world.
Because I'm a bit paranoid about trying to keep fit and not putting on too much weight I don't often embark on what would be my favourite type of meal, almost Churchillian in scope although few could match his capacity for drink. I'm not too bothered about the food so long as it was well prepared, expertly cooked and ample (my food tastes are quite catholic - I'm not a fussy eater), and with my very occasional gargantuan meal I'd drink a few glasses of wine, have port with the cheese course and finish with a brandy or two. I'd have to fast for a fortnight after all that.