Miriam W.
Yelp
The United States and England are not only two countries divided by a common language.
We are also two countries divided by a common beverage; both nations adore beer but we cannot agree at which temperature to serve it.
This disagreement is so pronounced that in a joint press conference at the White House in July with Prime Minister Cameron, President Obama said:
"We have just concluded some excellent discussions -- including whether the beers from our hometowns that we exchanged are best served warm or cold. My understanding is, is that the Prime Minister enjoyed our 312 beer and we may send him some more. I thought the beer we got was excellent -- but I did drink it cold."
I have a feeling that if Barack had joined me and my American drinking companion at the Jerusalem Tavern last Friday night he would have come away with similar feelings to us. This pub, steeped in history, is just the sort of drinking establishment one hopes to claim as their local when living in England. On a Friday night it is heaving with people sat 'round tables exchanging war stories from their harrowing weeks in architecture, banking, design, the internets.
The beer selection is wide and includes multiple local and organic choices. But why, oh why must it be served so warm? I got a glass of the cream stout and could not finish it. Guinness-like in its flavour and consistency, I expected it to arrive cold but it was far from it.
Thick, warm, creamy soup? Any day of the week!
Thick, warm, creamy BEER? No thanks!
I know there's a happy middle ground for me at the Jerusalem Tavern and I have a sneaking suspicion it might include adding ice to my future pints. And no, I'm not above that (in fact, I love it when bartenders make wild generalizations about me based on my accent and offer me the ice before I request it!)