“There’s nowt such thing as bad beer, it’s just they that keep it that spoil it” – Brad, The Furnace
Let that sink in.
Some parts of the UK are unexpectedly good for pubs; Mansfield, Nuneaton, Peckham, Newtown. To that list I belatedly add Hoyland.
The clutch of villages below Barnsley is a geographical minefield (no pun intended), which only now I realise can be lumped under the ward of Hoyland Milton, I think. It’s an area of solid housing, and spectacular countryside.
A decade or so ago we visited Elsecar’s Heritage Centre a few times on the way north. In those days steam trains and science experiments would occupy toddlers for hours while Mrs RM perused displays of garden furniture. Nowadays it seems to rival Garden Centres as a place for coach parties of OAPs to buy coffee and cake.
I may have done the set of Elsecar’s pubs now that I’ve visited the Furnace. A more solid set of drinkers pubs you won’t find anywhere, but all tidy and welcoming to all.
As Simon got there first I will direct you to his exemplary description first. I was highly tempted to show Landlord Brad the review by Simon on my phone, but I couldn’t remember if Si had slagged off any of the locals anywhere in his epic. You can’t be too careful with BRAPA.
I thought it was wonderful, though I will grant you the extra special reception may have had more to do with Mrs RM. By that I mean her appreciation for real ale is legendary, of course.
Plenty of solid bench seating, perhaps a bit modern for the Sam Smiths aficionado but pleasant enough for your granny. I like a good all-rounder; pubs full of beer bores or pub tickers limit the conversational mix. Green tiling obsessives will enjoy the toilets.
But it was the welcome that did it for us. Tandleman often writes about varying experiences in pubs. Brad greeted us like guests; promoting his wares, asking about our trip, taking the mick. That promotes conversation, and conversation is king. So I mentioned the keg Magnet, a beer I thought long dead, and he poured me a free half. Full or iron, but very tasty, thought Mrs RM.
The beer range above is about as exotic as it gets in Hoyland. If you want more than a malty one and a golden one get the train to Barnsley’s Old No.7.
Clearly we had to have the one named after Brad, a typically full-bodied and moreish Clark’s pint with a tight head (NBSS 3.5).
While we sat scoffing craft crisps the bar kept us involved in a running gag about Beth’s trip to Cambridge (I hope it was a gag). Other folk came and went with updates on motorcycle accidents and United’s latest signing.
As we returned our glasses and complimented the beer, the Landlord gave me the quote at the top. It doesn’t take much to make me happy these days.
NB good to see the famous 11th Century paintings still in place. If this was Cambridge, they’d be stuck in the Fitzwilliam Museum waiting for hyperactive school children from Arbury to deface them.
QUIZ TIME – What is the significant change since Simon’s visit last month ?
18 thoughts on “TOP 10 HOYLAND PUBS – THE FURNACE”
The significant change is that Brad isn’t wearing a buttoned black and grey cardigan anymore. Also the beer that isn’t Brad’s Trad has changed, but that is relatively insignificant.
Both true, both insignificant. Chance for Dave to steal.
Bremen on the quiz.
Well done. And the significant change ?
They are now keeping the Daily Mirror on the bar rather than the Sun.
Yes ! Seismic change, which rather sums up the Mirror’s weather forecasts. It’ll be the Telegraph next time, mark my words.
Oh, I hate family events that keep me from the quiz. I thought Dorothy’s presence was missing. She seemed to dominate Simon’s visit.
Oh I missed that- worth a point
The hanging baskets have been stolen. Sadly I noticed the CCTV camera before the brackets for these.
The time on the clock has changed too.
Wonderful! So that is why the beer is called Brad’s Trad. He looked nothing like a Brad, not being an Aussie surfer.
Amazing pub, I think I only slagged off potential or former customers like the dead old lady, local chav kids and shopmobility man.
And I forgot to say my grandad was called Bramley Hoyland after here and the Rotherham suburb! It got a laugh at his wedding, but not funeral sadly.
He’s Brad from Melbourne; gave me the name of a few bars in Goolygonwong (think that’s what he said) if you need them next week.
Note I didn’t mention he gave me some beer glasses he didn’t want.
Bramley is a great name.