TEN HEARTS
Hopping over to the Captains mantle, and an elegant line up awaits the edge, with a flare so wild, they'll be needing glasses just to see the fine print. Flamin' hell, these rings of fire just called Tokyo for their Oh's back, causing a major fireworks disruption. Flashing colour in skies eye so mysterious, the universe just burped out another star. Not sorry. This shipwreck is so emotional, it has phones breaking down at the mere mention of the word, not gonna say. Ten hearts. Another shuffle, another round and the rum barrel arrives on wheels for the transfer. Happy trip...
RED EYE
Get a load of this grizzly pinot and you're sure to be plastered all over the bench, and wall, lets go! This sneaky vino has your name all over it, singing 'God save the King' while mouthing another syllable, on point. What a treat this mouthful of liquor, spinning the alphabet backwards and shooting all sides. A delicious back wash delights the eye, knows best, simply put. Turning the tide, pour us another, we're going overnight. Red eye...
HAPPY HOUR
More rush than an Orlando shower in a fire alarm, more spoon than a fork in plate, more heat than a sweat pit... Happy hours about to begin. Let's kick off with a Pina Colada, a cracker and a slab of cheese so big, your mouse'll be upgrading its stay in the trap. How about a confit duck, a side of waffle and a pumpkin mash, triangle shaped and ready to drop, grinning up large. Flung down from the bar and to be continued, the next drink finds its legs, burying treasure on the sweet side of another coast. Drink number three arrives in bottle, four in hand and five minutes later... the jaw drops and another ghost enters from the wall. In a minute New York, we'll be there in a sec...
RED ROSE
Delicate this little drop is, from the pages of House and Red... Menu. I'd like to say rich full flavour blast, but full flavour rich blast comes to mind. Oakie Dokie. This effervescent medicine munch hosts aromats so full of rush it has to translate... marmite to marmalade, on a bed of nails, give me shelter. What if, what now and who knows. Waiter Weighter, there's a fly in my soup... don't tell. Rose...
THE ROCK POOL
Once you try this juice you will never go back, as it paints the palette with ridiculous reasoning, coating the buds in layer upon layer of zingy goodness. A melodic burst of vitamins aye, bee, sea an D, in capsule form. Smacking sunshine where it don't shine is its elegant gift. Another reason to invest money in weights, your fingers will need to be ripped to curl around the handle, as it jumps Jack Flash out of the pan. This is gold folks, so flakey your fish'll leap at the chance to scrape every morsel off the rock pool bowl with chameleon licking speed...
On a roll. K