I was fortunate enough to be sent to London and Amsterdam for business recently. I consider both cities to be paramount for Imperial Pints. Therefore, whenever I had a little downtime from work, I would stop with my companions to enjoy a proper pour.
London, the motherland of the Pub, takes the cake as far as Imperial Pints are concerned (with Amsterdam and Munich a close second and third). Drinking is taken seriously here, with every customer
guaranteed his or her due. Not only is the amount of libation guaranteed, but the temperature of this Pint is also something that is provided for.
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Wouldn't that be a great thing here in NY! How many bars have you ordered in, only to receive a flat, lukewarm Pint in return for $6?
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Staying in Camden town, the first Pub I was able to hit was
The World's End. Catering to the working man watching the football match in the front
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and then the emo kid shopping at
Camden market for black metal tees, TWE is an institution.
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Next stop in more of the center of London, a small pub for a Pint and a bite called
The Woodstock. Nice and cosy. Much like the other pubs that cluster around the busier parts of the city.
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The next day, I was able to hit a nice spot called
The Cambridge, on Charing Cross Road. What I love about British Pubs, is the fact that even in the smallest and plainest of pubs, you have such attention to detail in terms of what is offered.
Lager,
Bitter,
Stout on tap. Up to five varieties of
Cask Ale. And my personal favorite, a huge selection of different
ciders. This may be to catch the tourist crowd visiting London, but I could think of
worse things.
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But sometimes you just want a Carlsberg and a bag of
crisps.
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Next up, a quiet spot in Amsterdam.