The blogger formerly known as Stonch, one Jeffrey Bell, has up a new post this morning and it is one with which I must heartily concur. Characteristically short, almost brusque, in fact, it gets to the heart of the beer drinking matter quickly and concisely. To wit:
All too often, my comrades and friends in the pursuit and promotion of better ale and lager get caught up in numbers and forget completely the aesthetics of drinking. Sixty taps, eighty taps, one hundred and thirty-three taps and seven hundred bottles! What does it all matter if the establishment itself is a craphole? For me, and I’m guessing from his comments for Jeff also, the character of the bar or pub or café is easily as important as is the quality of the beer in my glass.
Sure, I’ll stop for a pint in a spot that is perhaps less than desirable – and I don’t here mean it has to be fancy, just interesting. Some of my favourite bars have been selected as the least likely to ever make it to the pages of Design Illustrated – but I won’t stay if the premises itself doesn’t offer some allure. In other words, it doesn’t matter much to me that a bar has one hundred craft beers if the walls are covered with brewery neons and big screen tvs blaring a dozen different sporting events at top volume.
Which reminds me, I’m way overdue in posting another instalment in my Great Global Beer Bars series at That’s the Spirit.