Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Saturday, 15 July 2017
Flying Scotsman (the bitter)
I bought this beer in the tourist shop of the National Railway Museum in York. Gotta love a tourist shop that also sells beer. Of course it is named after a famous train. But all labeling aside, it is a beer like I love them: dark and well, bitter. It is kind of fitting to give it a train's name, a steam train at least: the brew on top is like the smoke the train makes. And one cannot completely ignore the nice label either. I loved the beer also because it is one that refers to railway travels, my favourite mean of transport and the one I am most fascinated about. It would be my drink of choice on long train journeys, but I cannot take alcohol when traveling. Since our holiday in York, I never drank it, which is a shame. It would be one of my poisons of choice.