If you’ve read any of my lifestyle posts, you may have noticed that I have a teeny, tiny obsession with fizz – especially if it’s a drop of Veuve. So why am I writing a post about drinking beer? There’s simply something about a pint of beer that appeals to the rebel in me.
Lord knows I love the taste, but sitting in a bar with a pint in my hand makes me feel like a teenager who’s out past her curfew. Because, like it or not, society still rolls its eyes at women who turn down a half and ask for a pint. I say let them roll, especially when you can quaff a pint in such an unusual bar in Chester.
I stumbled upon The Botanist during a visit to Chester for my 50th birthday and it was love at first sight – talk about quirky!
I thoroughly enjoyed the novelty of ordering a ‘flight’ of beer – three tasters in glasses which hold a third of a pint. After much deliberation and the consumption of a many a flight, my vote went to Bear’s Paw – lovely flavour and not too dark.
And what can I say about the food? Not Michelin style it has to be said, but if you’re looking for ‘pub grub’ that’s extremely tasty, reasonably priced and served in highly imaginative ways then The Botanist is a winner. Garlic mushrooms on a trowel anyone?
What are your thoughts? Would you pick up a pint or do you prefer to go down the half route? Whatever your tipple of choice, cheers!