MeridianFC
04-16-2004, 11:30 AM
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The Camera moves down the rifling of the barrel of the Walther PPK as we see our hero, (my name is Meridan.....Meridian F.C.). He's just come up from the beach still in his wetsuit. The Cask Beer Night Tracking Watch from Q is pointing the way to the Reef. It could be a trap. It is certainly a trap! No fear, we've got to see what Auric Gold-Bitter has planned. If we don't find out the contents of the firkin the other bars of 18th Street will be held to a 1 Billion Keg ransom.
In one smooth motion slip out of the wet suit and into the disguise. Ah, muscled henchmen pay no attention to MeridianFC who is nothing but a wandering tourist. Just slide into the seat at the bar. Nonchalant. "My good man, what's in that vessel over there?", as money is slyly slid across the bar. "Why don't you try it and find out," he snears, his one good eye leering like....er....like bad guys leer. While the goon's back is turned the infra red telescoping camera/binocular/radar device reads the pump clip on the battered metal vessel. "RCH Pitchfork Golden Bitter 4.3%". Golden Bitter, this is the work of Auric Gold-Bitter. We'll have to get to the bottom of this. Due to the intense scrutiny in the tavern I'll have to forego the Plutonium Ale Tester that Q included in the heel of my shoe.
After first studying the glass, it appears to have dropped bright. Closer inspection reveals some slight protenacious matter, but only on very close inspection (quick flash back...er...forward? to being held over the pint of Dominion 2nd Best Bitter in "The Man with the Golden Ale"). The color (or colour) is really golden. Seriously like gold. The head is soapy bubbles, like those that covered Honey Porter in whatever my first outing was. They disapate quickly; quickly like the length of my romances........
Giving a quick nose to the glass, naturally turning my head at a rakish angle, giving a sly smirk....it's cask. Perfumed hops (which Meridian girl wears this fragrance?). A bit more present than most British beers.
Now for the fate of all barkind, I must sample the brew. Bracing amount of hops. It is practically American......could Felix from the CIA be involved...........intense hop bitterness and flavor (or flavour). It quite surprising. Hopheads would revell in this brew. I find it quite satisfying. Good full mouthfeel (oh, Honey Porter, etc.) long lingering hop flavors. Very intriquing.
But all is not Tuxedos and Rolex, for Auric slipped something in the 7th pint as the room begins to get fuzzy and the colors (or colours) pulsate........who's that approaching..............it looks...................like....the............... ....Wife. Oh, how will I get out of this one??????????
MeridianFC will return in "Meridian Takes Manhattan" starring MeridianFC and Kermit the Frog Who Drinks Beer.
The Camera moves down the rifling of the barrel of the Walther PPK as we see our hero, (my name is Meridan.....Meridian F.C.). He's just come up from the beach still in his wetsuit. The Cask Beer Night Tracking Watch from Q is pointing the way to the Reef. It could be a trap. It is certainly a trap! No fear, we've got to see what Auric Gold-Bitter has planned. If we don't find out the contents of the firkin the other bars of 18th Street will be held to a 1 Billion Keg ransom.
In one smooth motion slip out of the wet suit and into the disguise. Ah, muscled henchmen pay no attention to MeridianFC who is nothing but a wandering tourist. Just slide into the seat at the bar. Nonchalant. "My good man, what's in that vessel over there?", as money is slyly slid across the bar. "Why don't you try it and find out," he snears, his one good eye leering like....er....like bad guys leer. While the goon's back is turned the infra red telescoping camera/binocular/radar device reads the pump clip on the battered metal vessel. "RCH Pitchfork Golden Bitter 4.3%". Golden Bitter, this is the work of Auric Gold-Bitter. We'll have to get to the bottom of this. Due to the intense scrutiny in the tavern I'll have to forego the Plutonium Ale Tester that Q included in the heel of my shoe.
After first studying the glass, it appears to have dropped bright. Closer inspection reveals some slight protenacious matter, but only on very close inspection (quick flash back...er...forward? to being held over the pint of Dominion 2nd Best Bitter in "The Man with the Golden Ale"). The color (or colour) is really golden. Seriously like gold. The head is soapy bubbles, like those that covered Honey Porter in whatever my first outing was. They disapate quickly; quickly like the length of my romances........
Giving a quick nose to the glass, naturally turning my head at a rakish angle, giving a sly smirk....it's cask. Perfumed hops (which Meridian girl wears this fragrance?). A bit more present than most British beers.
Now for the fate of all barkind, I must sample the brew. Bracing amount of hops. It is practically American......could Felix from the CIA be involved...........intense hop bitterness and flavor (or flavour). It quite surprising. Hopheads would revell in this brew. I find it quite satisfying. Good full mouthfeel (oh, Honey Porter, etc.) long lingering hop flavors. Very intriquing.
But all is not Tuxedos and Rolex, for Auric slipped something in the 7th pint as the room begins to get fuzzy and the colors (or colours) pulsate........who's that approaching..............it looks...................like....the............... ....Wife. Oh, how will I get out of this one??????????
MeridianFC will return in "Meridian Takes Manhattan" starring MeridianFC and Kermit the Frog Who Drinks Beer.