
Pub spy: The Clare Inn
Whenever I walk into this pub I'm reminded that all the great bars I've ever drunk in didn't rest their reputations on looking flashy.
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Beer prices have gone up and glass size has gone down, less than 80 days out from the Rugby World Cup. Close to 100 bars nationwide now have smaller 400ml glasses as a replacement for their 425ml Heineken tap beer glasses...
We're not worthy I'd better get Galbraith's out of the way early.
Mandatory closing times is not necessarily the answer to society's drinking problems, says Don Kavanagh.
I had an interesting morning recently, one of those days you think is going to be dishwater-dull, but turns into something much more exciting.
This meticulously renovated 1876 pub attracts the crowds - some arriving by boat to tie up at the jetty.
There is something simultaneously endearing and depressing about the Speights Southern Man schtick.
The World Cup is more about the after-match function says Don Kavanagh.
I have a friend, you'll be surprised to hear, who likes a drink.
Now that the weather has packed in, it's time to think of indoor pursuits rather than simply lazing the day away in the garden or at the beach.
Liqueurs are the sort of thing that tend to hang about in the back of the cupboard forever.
A good watering hole is never far away in Sydney. Here we pick some of our favourites.
Watch out: Once the killjoys have nailed all the smokers, drinkers will be next.
We've all got one. In each of our psyches there lies an awful memory indelibly associated with a drink. This memory has prevented us from ever going near that drink again and even the smell of it is enough to send us fleeing from the room.
Brewing. It's a typically blokey thing: it involves a combination of light engineering and biochemistry, involves using tools and the end product is beer, so it's understandable it tends to be associated with men.
Of all the small tragedies that followed the big one in Christchurch, perhaps one of the most keenly felt losses for the hospitality trade was the cancellation of Dramfest.
I was at a tasting recently when someone stood to ask me a question. In fact, she wanted to ask me three questions, but being the economical type of guy I am, I managed to give her just one answer.
When you've paid $200,000 for a seat on a galactic flight, the last thing you want is to be served a dud beer.
There's a perception that beer is colour-coded for easy reference, and to a certain extent it is.
A New Zealand brewery is toasting its success after its hops were chosen for a beer being brewed in honour of the royal wedding.
They say there are two constants in life, but really there are three: death, taxes and the fact that everyone has had a bad experience with tequila at some stage.
There was a time when American beer was a byword for tasteless, watery, bland rubbish. How things have changed.
Kiwis appear to be calling time on their love affair with beer, partly because of spiralling living costs.