Rowy
Drinker of Kegs, Slayer of Fish & Ruiner of Good F
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Well gents it went like this. Stayed at some dive in Spencer Street for which there will be some serious conversation had with my admin girl tomorrow but other than that WOW!.....Had ironing to do on arrival so ducked next door to the bottlo and grabbed a SN Pale Ale, Kellerweis and Tumbler to while away the ironing issue. Feeling suitably primed / refreshed I then struck out in search of the elusive craft beer bars of your fair city. Called into the Waterside Hotel for a cooling Fat yak mid walk as it was friggin HOT and then continued my sodjourn. Went to the Saint something or other across from the closed Bottoms Up and had a goats head Steam Ale. Not bad at all so another pint of said steam ale was required to ensure my earlier tasting notes were correct. They were. I then had something APAish that was...................well just an apa so I decided that this was not what I was in Melbourne for so I decided that Bum was the man with the answer and I was always told to follow my heart so why not my bum. I went in search of Deja Vu. I found it, handed over a lazy 30 for the dozen tasters and I was away. Some seriously good beers with a couple of good blokes behind the jump. I won't give any individual descriptions other than that of the champion beer of the night, a sour as luck would have it, the Grand Cru Rodenbach Wild Ale. What a beer! It sourness hit at first like a St Kilda Transvestite who'd been ripped off by Cocko. Then it mellowed and the flavours were everywhere! A veritable party in ones mouth and you know all about those cocko don't you. Once the tasters were finished it was off to Lygonm Street for a spot of nourishment. I alighted from the Taxi after being astonished at how cheap the fair was and was feeling rather chipper. It was then that a small nuggety male assailant obviously Italian n rushed at me. I stood my ground and prepared for the fight. I turned to see if the cabby would hold my watch but unfortunately he had departed obviously worried about the highly vocal and clearly violent little man......................It then dawned on me that my would be attacker was in fact more interested in lightening my wallett in exchange for a repaste' that he assured me couldn't be matched even in Italy! I decided to take him on his word as I now become aware of several similarly vocal Italian gents eyeing me off like a box of KFC at a weight watchers meeting. I dined on the veal Marsala which, whilst not having been to Italy, lived up to my now little mates claims. It was f$#cking fantastic. Washed it down with a couple of James Boags (best of a very bad bunch) and then legged it to a bar just up the road and consumed some craft beers of some description from there. Now by this time I was feeling a little tired and didn't commit the names to memory but rest assurred they were not too bad but not outstanding. So stumps were called at that venue and I still felt in need of some devilment. So off to the big house it was. Spent $450.00 and a lazy what seemed like 17 seconds there and I decided to check my trusty time piece.........................oops 3ish......................so I then took a leisurely walk along the Yarra, which is a creek by the way not a river, flipped some beggar a two dollar coin out of the goodness of my heart (never offend the local gods) and the prick then wanted to shake my hand. Typhoid was the first thing that struck my mind so I declined his offer he told me to F#4ck myself and I thought about retrieving the aforementioned two dollars. I decided that it was a lesson learnt suggested he go take a tub, various expletives inserted and strolled off to my dingy lodgings. Awoke had breakfast did what I had to do workwise and returned to the sunshine state. My conclusions are thus. Fantastic place! Don't any of you pricks ever complain to me about the price of your Taxis and I will be making a return visit possibly with SWMBO in tow!
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