Well, a long dry run without Draught Bass came to an end in Harrogate last week, where I made a return visit to one of the town’s increasing number of classic pubs, tucked away between the Pump Room and the valley.
Not an obvious Bass stronghold, but the Hales Bar is a real throwback to simpler times.
Unlike BRAPA, ignoring the Bass in one of its strongholds down in Cornwall at the moment, I made the only possible call. Pleasingly, I wasn’t alone, though the other pumps had plenty of turnover too.
On a hot Friday night, this seemed the most civilised place in town, unless Betty’s has opened a craft bar and not told anyone. Richard Coldwell will know.
Despite the evidence below, the Hales Bar had the widest mix of drinkers I saw in Harrogate all night, which is my definition of a great pub.
I did what I always do and wandered round a packed lounge in a state of awe, before settling on the quirky patio to enjoy my Bass and Gnome of the Day.
Not quite Bass from the jug, but served with a tight head as in Derby’s finest establishments, it was a classic end to, I’m afraid, and evening of overindulgence.