You think of something that goes well with “Frodsham”. I couldn’t.
It seems only last Summer I was in Frodsham. And indeed it was. Spookily, I finished the Cheshire GBG entries for 2016 here as well, albeit on a disappointing note. If I’d followed my instincts to pop in Kash 22 last August, I’d have saved myself a journey.
But then I wouldn’t have made an overdue climb up Beacon Hill, taking in the church,
the pretty pub,
and the odd one. Bizarrely, the Belle Monte is a Sam Smiths house.
Walks neared Malverns quality, though the pleasing views sadly didn’t stretch to Runcorn’s chemical works.
Back down at Kash, I confess I feared the worst, which would at least have given me a ready made blog title.
But it’s a corker, one of the best half hours I’ve spent in a pub this year.
So what did the man from Kash (we’re on first name terms) do right ?
- Said hello
- Gave me time to explore the options rather than saying “Whadyawant ?”
- Provided a cosy bar with plenty of proper seating, and a burger-led food trade not interfering with drinking
- Was interested in his beers
- Served a cool glass of Plum Porter* (NBSS 3.5)
And that’s enough in my book (*other good beers are, apparently, available).
Not everyone will appreciate the musical ephemera, or the music, in Kash. This chap knows his Van the Man, though I might outscore him on Half Man Half Biscuit (5 points for the HMHB reference).
But surely no-one can resist this pub toilet classic;