Tag: pints
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drinks 7.23
There’s nothing better in summer than iced cold pints. This one was served in a frosty glass, creating glorious flecks of slush.
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Pintful…
My goodness. This frothy brew I had on Friday night makes me salivate to look at even on Sunday. Isn’t it a beaut? If you’re ever looking for a summer pint partner, get at me. There’s rarely a moment when I’m not game to kick back and have a few over chatter.
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O snap! That was a good pint…
I adore taking photos of pint glasses in bars I frequent. There’s something about the way the shots always come out that absolutely thrill me and make me thirsty for a nice cold one! The above photo was snapped sometime in a snowstorm at Doyle’s in JP when Harry Cahill and I braved the weather…
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There was not a single thing “Grim” about a place of Providence?
This Sunday I went to visit a quite good friend in the place of my birth, fittingly named Providence because any place I entered the world would be just such. Er, strike that, reverse? Anyways, I went to visit my good mate MacKenzie and while we gorged on brunch at a little nook, never ending…
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This is no slamming beer…it’s a sipping one.
As anyone who knows me well understands, if a plan doesn’t work out, and someone slyly mentions “Wouldn’t you rather nod into a pub and have a pint?”, I’m actually running…yes trotting, cantering, and half-passing toward the pub doors (dressage, anyone? in fact, yesterday, all these strides and discussions were used, including the moment in…
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