It's been one of those very rare occurances in England today - a sunny Bank Holiday - and we've spend the day with friends at the Bristol West Indian Cricket Club where they turned out not to be playing much in the way of cricket but a great deal of music, dancing and bouncy castles.
There were various food vans and stands including a jerk drum and a bar where you could buy a basic range of lagers like Budweiser. Nothing to write home about in beer terms but, you know, they made a great match for the spicy chicken and salad.
Afterwards we went to a pub owned by our friend's aunt and had yet more jerk - this time with an even punchier sauce - and with that I had a Heineken which worked equally well.
Sometimes you don't want things too complicated. It was absolutely the right drink for the food and the moment. And there's a great deal to be said for that.