So
my bank balance has taken a dip. No, wait, it's gone deep sea diving. This has resulted in me having to satiate my drinking needs at cheapu joints.
Now
this is where Noon Wines comes in. Its a tiny pub, no wait, drinking spot - called The Noon Wines and also The Scottish Pub (?). It's hidden behind a baskin robbins stall. Walked right past it once (also because I was focussing on the Frankie stall beyond, man I love them frankies) and then got guided back there by some excited fellow (Oh yes ofcourse I know it, you are not from around here? Let me show you.) eh.
Any how
went there last night and had some of their Noon Wines. They have a house wine (?) which they serve in tiny glasses (for small portions) and small glasses (for large portions). I can't quite put my finger on what this concoction tastes like.
Possibly
sweet grape juice hiding something fairly dangerous. (ooh). No really, it is not wine. It gives you the wursht hangovers, all the while tasting like (innocent) grape juice. Someone told me today that it has arrack (what) - someone yesterday said its a mix of miscellaneous liquor masked by grape.
Would I go there again?
Of course man.
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