Let’s normalise ordering a demi pint of Kronenberg 1664 Blanc. Not sure if it was the 6 hours in the airport waiting for a cancelled flight, the cold pool plunge at the Ibis Red hotel or simply the giddiness of not having to return to gale force winds in London, but this truly HIT the spot at 6.45pm on a Saturday evening (whilst writing this newsletter). My dad likes to order two half pints in quick succession because he said it just tastes better than a pint and I am inclined to agree. This is going to be my beer of the season; I’m stocking up and cooling them in the Yeti all summer. Welcome to a bumper edition of Leftovers feat. new Substacks to subscribe to, green tahini three ways, my Marseille recommendations and the song I can’t stop singing out loud to whilst cycling.
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