Just had to go into a swanky Cheltenham bar because of a family birthday. It was the choice of a 30 year old who is impressed by gimmicks. They do all kinds of fancy smoking cocktails to attract the juveniles who don't yet know that you have to work hard to be able to afford stuff.
So the conversation between me (a real ale drinker who searched the menu hard for sonething I'd be happy to try) and the barman went along these lines ....
"An IPA for me, a (can't remember the name of the fancy brand) lager forcthe lad, a prosecco for birthday girl and an (can't remember the name) mocktail for the missus ta."
"Coming right up"
5 minutes later ... I look suspiciously at a tiny can of ipa as I'm being asked if I want a glass with that.
"Yes, of COURSE I want a glass. And no mate, Is that can what you're charging £6.50 for?"
"Yes"
"A can? Less than half a pint? I'm not having that. I'll have a glass of rioja"
"We do a pint on draft for the same price"
"Well why wouldn't you offer me that first? Why would I want to come out and drink from a can i could probably get the same for 50p in a supermarket?
A pint of trendy IPA is poured. IPA??? Fosters has more flavour. There is a brief flash of a hop and zero after taste. It was slightly bitter fizzy water, served too cold.
I go to pay the £32 for my pint, a half of lager, a tiny glass of prosecco and, let's face it, a cordial.
"Just press the button for the tip you want to leave"
Tip? WTF? The choice is 5, 10, 15, 20 quid! For slow service at an overpriced and empty bar. A bar ffs! We are not the USA. GTF! Why does ANYBODY choose to set foot in these places? They may as well gave MUG tattooed across their foreheads.
I think for next year's family birthday I will have books to takeback to a library that day.