My host, a Liverpudlian who’d lived in Stockholm for 25 years, was the man in the know when it came to decent beer.
He told me that English-style ‘real ale’ brewing was all the rage there and told me where they had the best selection.
“Let’s not hang about then,” I exclaimed. “Come on, I’ll buy you a pint!”
“Två öl tack” I asked in my best Swedish.
We sat on barstools, the beer arrived... I took a massive gulp.
“He says it’s 18 Euros,” said my mate.
“I don’t want to buy the whole fucking pub!” I spluttered.
Christopher about 6 years ago
I'm not sure what the exchange rate is but I can get the gist!
Steve McBrevity about 6 years ago
I’m not sure you’re giving an entirely correct impression here of being first to the bar!