The geographical incompetence of folk never ceases to amaze me. We told some people in Cambridge we’d be going to Ossett’s top off-licence, and none of them could place it accurately on the map. Some of them even thought it was east of Wakefield !
From Dewsbury, you can navigate there via the Water Tower and the Red Lion, rather than by Mrs RM’s phone. That’s what I’d do.
It’s been a while since I enjoyed Ossett’s charms, though the Brewery’s beers are among my favourites. Their pubs also cover the very traditional, like their Tap here, and the Hop chain that appeals to a rather different crowd.
The town, too, has two distinct areas. The Beer Guide pubs have tended toward the south, leading down to the Calder. I had no recollection of the centre, which I’ll describe as the “Wednesbury of the North” and leave it like that.
An attractive Town Hall and incredibly cheap open market about sum it up. We were amazed by the prices on the sweet stall, succumbing rather too easily to the appeal of the stringy liquorice with coloured centre. Liquorice is local, isn’t it ? We’re protecting designated industries or something.
Sometimes I forget Ossett, with it’s two football teams, is only twice the size of our little village.
I can’t say my heart jumps with joy when I see another offie in the Beer Guide; pubs are for drinking in, not sofas in front of the telly.
But there’s no denying the appeal of looking at dozens of bottles with weird names and crazy strengths, which after all was half the fun of Indy Man.
The Beer Guide place comes from providing two good quality cask beers in a surprisingly pleasant drinking area (more comfortable than the posing tables of many micropubs).
Owner David chatted Indy Man and Ossett pubs with us while we ate gourmet crisps, mildly cursing we’d turned up in the week between two Oktoberfest events, thus missing out on sausages.
This is an enterprising and beautifully arranged little place, and so we had to pick one beer, using the principle of biggest is best that had served us well at Indy Man.
One brewery I regretted missing on Thursday night was Brass Castle, whose beers I particularly enjoyed at Clifford Beer Fest. I’m giving Mrs RM two weeks before she succumbs to the chunky charms of this one;-