Sophisticated cider. To the uninformed, this might sound like a contradiction in terms. And indeed, one of my earliest pub memories is of sitting in a West-Country boozer, watching a red-faced punter saunter up to the bar, empty pint glass in hand, and bark, ‘Cider me right up, Landlord!’ But cider has been enjoying a well-deserved … Continue reading When Cider Got Sassy