ANOTHER B****Y NOM Birthday … AGEN!?

Anyway … enough o’ that :unamused:

Worrabout this abomination:

As described by Colleen Graham on about food: cocktails.about.com/od/cocktailr … _n_tan.htm
[size=200]"[/size][i]The Black and Tan has become a popular beer drink. It is a layered drink of a pale ale (ie. Bass, Boulevard, Sierra Nevada) on the bottom and Guinness Stout on the top. These two beers make a perfect “black and tan” layer in the glass if they’re poured correctly. As you drink this beer mix you’ll find the two stay layered and that the finish is the complete opposite of the beginning.

This drink has transformed modern bar taps and many are now decorated with a Black and Tan spoon, which is the key to those great layers of this and similar beer drinks.[/i][size=200]"[/size] :open_mouth:

You can’t blame that :unamused: on climate change!

When I was sixteen, ‘Black-n-Tan’ was my drink. The traditional B&T was a half pint of mild with a bottle of sweet, milk stout, Mackeson slowly poured into it,…. unless, like me, you specified 'bitter-n-draught Guinness. This deviation from the norm, always earned me (at least), a look of askance from the barman/barmaid. I’m wondering what their reaction would’ve been if I’d asked them to produce one of Colleen’s cocktails! :open_mouth: Well … I don’t wonder, cos I know! However, common decency and my sense of propriety forbids further elucidation.

B&T remained my preference, until being posted to what was then Western Germany, as a member of that redoubtable body of Brits that stood between the massed ranks of Bolshevik hordes (I said hordes :open_mouth: not whores!), and the rest of the Western Europe, where I developed a taste for Amstel, a Dutch beer.

Upon my return to UK 1965.I reverted to type and reacquainted myself with B&T Until that is, the evening I stood for the first time in the bar of an Irish dance hall, in city centre Manchester, in 1967. My request for a Black-n-Tan, was met with a hostile stare from the barman, and likewise from most of the Irish blokes within earshot, of the thick Englishman. I should’ve know better, because I wasn’t ignorant of the atrocious history of the Black and Tans in Ireland. In my naiveté, I never associated my B&T with the thugs we deployed in Ireland in the 1920s. The guy I was with at the time pointed out my faux pas. On my next visit to the bar, I went, ‘Over to the Dark Side’, and ordered a pint of Guinness. The rest is history, as they say.

I suppose Colleen’s cocktail would be regarded as ‘Progressive and trendy’, in some quarters, but call me a troglodyte dinosaurish philistine, if y’ like, but all it proves to me is that the words Progress and trendy have both negative as well as positive connotations. Dunit? :confused: Each to his own, though … each to his own.
‘So it goes’.

Ah well … here endeth the lesson. :wink:
Vic (HAW extraordinaire)

I’m with you Vic, B & T was bitter and stout mixed, not an abomination like that “cocktailised” version.

I blame it all on post-modernist deconstruction, with the look-at-me-how-clever-I-am, pretentious fashionistas pretending that taking everything apart is the real thing … like apple crumble with the crumble cooked separately in the oven and then dumped partly covering a spoonful of stewed apple, missing the point completely that what makes apple crumble so perfect is the layer where the juice from the apple soaks into the underneath of the crumble, and some percolates up and gets caramelised round the edges.

I actually first came across this fashion in Xiamen, where a new French restaurant opened. They offered Salade Niçoise which my friend — new to French food — and I shared as a starter. We got a wooden board, with separate piles of french beans, shredded lettuce, roast potato cubes, a quartered boiled egg, bits of tomato, a few tasteless black olives (the kind I call “olives for people who don’t like olives”), a small chunk of seared tuna and a little jug of honey-mustard dressing (which I think had come out of a bottle) … and not even a bowl to mix it up in. I had to apologise to my friend for ordering this abomination in the name of Salade Niçoise! :unamused:

I never went back and I hope she boycotted the restaurant. On my last trip to Xiamen I didn’t even go to see if it was still open.

Mr X

Deconstructionist tendencies here are left to hurricanes. I expect my food and drink delivered constructed and ready to be enjoyed. Should someone offer a part of my repast in such a state I would send them a bill at my “on site” rate for the time needed to assemble my eats.

I’d probably be invited to never return which… Well that would be fine by me.

Yeah! But you’re just obfuscatory, obdurate and obtuse … aint y? :confused: Colleen probably tells y’ that at least thrice daily! :open_mouth:

She emphasizes it with a cast iron pan too!

‘s good enough for y’ no more than y’ deserve!

This thread has become the birthday gift that just keeps on giving (B&T abominations aside). :smiley:

This explains Jaysen’s avatar.

Quite so, fruit bat … quite so. However, the concept of Prosocialism’s reciprocity and altruism is enshrined within the moral and ethical, albeit, unwritten, constitutional underpinning of the bedrock upon which And Now For That Latte forum rests.

Resting upon ones laurels is not an option, even withered and olfactorily diminished laurels such as yours. We on Scrivener’s lower deck are jealous and vociferous guardians of our unique empathetic and altruistic ethos.

've gorra nedache … Sorry :confused: wot did y’say

oh yeah! :smiley: it has, annit? :wink:

Sine Metu

Vic