Disappointment

So you sit down at the local pub, browse the draft menu and then pick an English ale that sounds just right. It arrives. You take that first drink and it's exactly what you wanted. The flavour, the texture, everything is perfect for that moment.

Then the next day you go to a different establishment, order the same pint, and when you take that first drink it tastes different than the perfect glass you'd had less than 24 hours earlier. Not bad, but not the ambrosia that passed between your lips not a day before.

I hate that.