My Dad drank a lot of mild as a young man, in all kinds of pubs and social clubs, and misses it a lot. So, I looked forward to taking him to the Nags Head in Walthamstow for a pint of Mighty Oak Oscar Wilde, which is on of my favourite beers.
It wouldn’t be an exagerration to say he turned his nose up: “It’s alright,” he said, “but it’s not really mild — not like you used to get.”
Brodie’s mild, on the other hand, he absolutely loved. It’s nice enough, but fairly unexciting — softer and browner — compared to Oscar Wilde, but is apparently more like the real thing.