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Beer Time Stories

Beer Time Stories – Chapter 2

In the great land of Taranaki, it would be revelled and revealed.  The opening of Ms. White would certainly yield, to the power of the mighty hop. 

But, stop!  Not all brews would be overpowered over-the-top by hop! Turning their habit into some kind of funny bunny rabbit, who zig-zags their way through the rest of their forest day.

Some would be neat, with the flavour of sweet wheat.  While others would be lagers, to be enjoyed by joggers and bloggers, fearful of the mighty hop and its overpowering skunk.  Hop or not, when Ms. White felt alight, she could even pull a pilsner out of her magic trunk. Why, there was even a citrus sour from the estates of Funk!

Ale’s more pale than a veil, without fail.  IIPAs that could take you out with a mighty clout!  Although your list is shorter, you forgot to try this porter.

Seeking something different and strange?  Perhaps you’ll find your range amongst the other ales, not to be forgotten because its for you that they’ve specifically been brought in!

Pizzas cooked on a stone of clay, for here or take-away.  Our chef’s Tom and Joe know how to make dough.  420 degrees is the temperature that’s best, when their dough comes to rest.  Baking away on the hot stone, you’ll be shown our pizza throne, where Ms. White honorably sits. 

The seeds have been sewn, just pick up the phone, when the skies might be grey and you want takeaway. There is no door to keep you from pizza #13  Pork & fennel, just look for the smoke plume emanating from the heart of the White Hart Hotel Courtyard.  Just take our card and make the number starred!

from ‘Bart’ender

Beer Time Stories – Chapter 1

Once upon a time, on a distant island far away from all others, new life was brought forth, one of druthers. 

She was a mother to one another, sister & brother. Twas a magical game of Cluedo, played by the powers that be, you see.. Its what brought forth this new life, filled with glee.  And so on this night, an idea would incite, and her name burned into all our consciousnesses as it might, would be Ms. White. Sought out by the meek, she would ease the troubles of yet another work week. 

Casting a spell of liquid fun, only some would turn into Attila the HopHun. Her best spells make you as calm as a lake.  Beers like cake.  Making her followers feel light, bestowing upon them traditional Italian pizza might in every scrumptious bite. 

They were to be served alongside her special brew’s, unnerved. Delights that could make one take flights into the night.  Her dream upon inception was quite alright:”Beer has become boring you see, and so I will create a place where beer is a beverage, liberated & free. Beer will once again be great, living up to its utmost potential to ferment-ate, Pizza alongside will be ate! and, shared among-st every mate. And, all will be agreed as the delicious goey pies are accompanied by only the finest brew!. It will be somewhere new and true!”

A refuge for hop head, brother or sister, from near or far, never sexist.  Ms. White would make all of her potions available after breakfast – at the end of the workweek.  Tis not the tale of a crazed loon, on Friday through Sunday she would open from NOON!   So, to the masses we bellow come one, come all.  Just be sure to stay mellow and not fall.  We know how patient you’ve been and how long you’ve waited, but unfortunately, its illegal to serve the intoxicated!

from ‘Bart’ender