Our evening started at The Trip, a place that I don't visit enough and to be honest have trouble remembering when I was last there. It was still early enough in the evening to be able to sit outside. Nottingham Brewery aren't a particular favourite of mine to be honest, but they do produce a beer especially for the pub called The Trip, (or something) which went down very well. By the time we were on our second pint in The Roundhouse, (I can't remember the name but the pump clip was heart shaped), I was starting to get a very pleasant fuzzy feeling which thankfully didn't descend into full on drunkenness. The meal was beautiful, I had venison burger (and I of course made the quip about it being rather deer/dear, although it was very reasonably priced at £10.95) and Mandi had vegetable and feta koftas. I'm not one for puddings so I had a cappuccino to finish, which I referred to it as a 'cup of chino', I am funny. As I'm rather conscious of looking like I know what I'm doing, I refuse to end a meal with a cappuccino when I'm in an Italian restaurant, because it is a breakfast coffee in Italy. The very idea of having coffee with breakfast is dirty as far as I'm concerned, but in an English place, such things don't matter.
To round off the night, we went for more drinks in The Bell. We should have also gone to The Salutation Inn and rounded off the trilogy of pubs that claim to be the oldest in the country, but we didn't. Nottingham Brewery have a beer named after The Bell too, although the cynic in me would dare to suggest that it's exactly the same beer. The barman kept shooting me dirty looks because I was 'smoking' an electric cigarette, which suggested to me that he was overdue a smoke break.
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