The dog

After another day of taking care of Udham (mostly Udham taking care of me with his laughs and saying it’s ok dad), Amrit took me out for a dinner at one of the most popular Indian restaurants in Manchaster called Akbars (http://www.akbars.co.uk/manchester).

As we came out of the hotel, there was a pub called Brew Dog. I have been drinking beer made by Brew Dog for years now , but I never knew they had gone into the the pub business. I had read about them in Time magazine, that they make the strongest beers in the world.

I had to go in. For me it’s not just the beer, it’s the attitude of the people who make the beer and the funky names they have given to their beer. With names like Trashy Blonde, I Hardcore You, Nanny State, Tactical Nuclear Penguin, Sink The Bismarck!, The End of History, Ghost Deer. Even if you are not a beer lover you have to give it to them for their effort in making beer and not backing down to the competition; they are ever changing. They made this beer called Tactical Nuclear Penguin with 32% alcohol, which was claimed to be the strongest beer ever made. Someone in Germany made an even stronger beer so these guys came up with Sink The Bismarck! 41%. But Brew Dog did not end there: they one uped themselves by making the end of history at 55%. This is one of the reason I like this brand: they just go for it. So I would recommend this beer to any beer lover, just try it once if you can get your hands on it. It’s got a great taste and great history behind it. http://www.brewdog.com

After just one not so strong beer I was ready to eat at Akbars. It’s a very nice restaurant, but it’s plagued by the same issues as any other Indian restaurant: over staffing and when you need something there is no one around and if you don’t there are always 3 or 4 people hovering around and talking amongst themselves. I would say the food was great and the Nan was the biggest I have ever seen, two of us could not finish it. I in all my greatness told them to make my lamb hot. I think hot is a relative word, who you say it to and what they understand and how they make the dish. The lamb came in a bowl of chillies, well the only consolation is that I wont be constipated tomorrow morning. Burning it goes in, burning it comes out.

That was the last night in the great city of Manchester.

I will come back someday.