I have, obviously, or I wouldn't be asking. I don’t think I’d managed more than two in a day until last week, and certainly didn’t intend to achieve this unlikely feat. It just sorta happened.
And here’s how:
As British airport ‘pubs’ go, it’s not at all bad, and comparatively fair value to boot. A better option than Wetherspoons if you’re flying from Terminal One, certainly and a pint and a toasted sandwich was just enough to keep me going for a while.
As it turned out, this was just as well as we then sat listlessly on a stationary plane for a couple of hours due to French Air Traffic Controllers being on strike and not clearing us for take-off until they’d been given an extra 30 Francs and an extended Gauloises break every hour or something.
The best cheese ever
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But, importantly, exploring the three-dimensional Principality allowed us to work up an appetite for some beer and an early dinner and we had no trouble finding the Brasserie de Monaco – the only brewpub on the Cote d’Azur.
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It came with a mountain of fries which I couldn’t manage and went well with both their brown ale (dark, nutty, hint of dried fruit) and their wheat beer (very fresh and zesty).