“He asked for a Tropical IPA. I refuse to google what that might be.”
Confusing scenes unfolded at the Tambrey this past weekend as local office worker Greg Chorpin was abruptly pulled from the bar and tossed into the parking lot after ordering a beer with more than two syllables in the name.
He approached the bar and quizzed the bartender on whether they had any single origin tropical IPA’s and before he knew it was being dragged towards the exit.
“I don’t get it, it’s not as though I asked for a 2018 Portobello & chocolate stout. I just wanted to drink something that doesn’t taste like it has passed through another human being prior to being dropped in my glass”
When quizzed by our reporter at the scene, bartender Mitchell Gramble said he was only following orders.
“I don’t make the rules. You can either order a Swan or a Great Northern. It’s been that way 50 years. Don’t like it? Take it up with head bouncer Kai.”
“Yeah sure, we have all these colourful looking taps but they are purely for show. They are symbols of gentrification more than they are functional beer dispensers.”
Whilst Greg was not pleased with the outcome, he was ultimately forced to accept the fact that nothing really does go down quite like a cold Swan or Export under the warmth of the Pilbara sun.
