fooding and boozing at home #7

The stats, laughably, tell me that more people are reading these weekly chunterings about scoffing and supping at home than I predicted (lads, I didn’t really predict or plan anything), so until the normal business of transposing “I ate chips in a restaurant” into 700 words is resumed, I’m going to carry on.

(And while we’re on that, one restaurant trip’s been postponed, another’s booked for September and a London visit in October, during which I’d planned on eating Somewhere Nice, is looking unlikely.)

But down to business/writing practice.

I love a beer, me, but it was with some trepidation that I snapped the ring-pull of a 5.7% “Jam Roly Poly” Pale Ale from Yorkshire’s Northern Monk. It doesn’t sound like my usual kitchen table thirst-quencher and, having hit 40 years old, it’s probably my duty to be sniffy about beers with gimmicky names, but this I knock back merrily.

Contrary to what’s possibly going through your head it’s by no means too sweet or too, well, jammy, but is loaded with a mixture of zesty and soft fruit with an oaty, breadcrumby undertone that I can only surmise is down to a yeast alchemist being at the top of their yeasty game. Fair play.

Similarly appealing is this Kveik IPA from North Brewing Co’, a viscous (almost creamy) and fruity 7% thing that, to quote every rubbish drinks review ever, is “dangerously drinkable”. Well, it is.

Though, as a Bradfordian, it cuts a bit to sup from a can so strongly emblazoned in Leeds colours. A reminder that it’s been too long since my last visit to North Bar, too.

But after those beauts it’s back onto the everyman Estrella alongside a curry delivery from Anam’s – a pretty garish restaurant on the same drag as the renowned Mumtaz down the road – which features the best takeaway onion bhaji I’ve ever consumed. Yes, we’re doing food hyperbole now, so if you take nothing else from this – and, really, why would you? – get yourself a portion of Anam’s onion bhajis and tell me I’m wrong.

The curry and red wine combo is a notoriously awkward one; the chilli heat of the cuz gazumping the more subtle fruit flavours in the wine, leaving not much else other than a gobful of harsh tannin and nothingness. Still, in for a penny – this Majestic case won’t drink itself – so after a palate-cleansing lager I make inroads with the Definition Shiraz (£10.99/£8.99 on the mix six deal).

I stopped supping Australian Shiraz after falling out with its weight and heft, for that way is the way of morning-after heavy heads; but, curry consumed and ready for something, for wont of a better word ‘nice’ to see out the evening, tonight that heft works in its favour.

Soft, smoky and – aptly for the summer we’ve had so far – its dark cherries and whiff of leather adding an autumnal vibe, it’s a tasty slow-sipper to get at while watching a BBC4 documentary in which I have very little idea as to what’s happening.

Proper wine folk might employ the word ‘refined’ here, or even, and I’m wincing when I type this, ‘poised’.

Just the one glass does the job, which must say something but I’m not entirely sure what. Another good one, then, from the Definition range.


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