By this time the pot-boy of the Sol's Arms appearing with her supper-pint well frothed, Mrs. Piper accepts that tankard and retires indoors, first giving a fair good night to Mrs. Perkins, who has had her own pint in her hand ever since it was fetched from the same hostelry by young Perkins before he was sent to bed.
Charles Dickens – The Old Curiosity Shop (1841)
Or better still –
Nodding his approval of this decisive and manly course of procedure, the landlord retired to draw the beer, and presently returning with it, applied himself to warm the same in a small tin vessel shaped funnel-wise, for the convenience of sticking it far down in the fire and getting at the bright places. This was soon done, and he handed it over to Mr Codlin with that creamy froth upon the surface which is one of the happy circumstances attendant on mulled malt.
Charles Dickens – The Old Curiosity Shop (1841)
Charles Dickens – The Old Curiosity Shop (1841)
4 comments:
Before bed my old Ma liked a pot of tea, two digestive biscuits, and a wee nip of whisky.
dearieme - my parents liked cocoa, but I prefer a mug of tea.
Apparently, a half-pint after an evening on the vino or scotch, is a very good reviver!
Never worked for me though...
Scrobs - we've drifted away from alcohol altogether. Not sure why, but we've lost the taste for it. Had a glass of bubbly at New Year, but nothing since.
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