There are two certainties in life.
- Rooney will score at the Etihad, to the sporting acclaim of City fans
- Lancashire will produce a new Cricket Club and micro for the Beer Guide.
- There’ll be an error in this blog post.
Actually, the micro pub was too new for GBG17, so I’d started with the traditional walk along the dunes and up to the Cricket Club. It’s just like being at the seaside.
There are now so many North-Western Cricket Clubs in the Beer Guide that I couldn’t tell them apart.
Luckily, this one is distinguishable by being one of only seven I’ve been in where it’s claimed that Freddie Flintoff began his career.
But more than that, it’s the first one where I’ve had a genuinely great pint, as opposed to an “interesting range” chosen by the Club Steward.
Despite the Thwaites glass you might have expected, the Lees Bitter was the best since Anglesey, or possibly Tandle Hill.
With little competition in this part of town, it’s not surprising the Old Boys pay their subs for £2.40 cellar cool pints of this quality (NBSS 4.5).
A cheery place with big smiles, pool and pushchairs, I couldn’t really fault it. But of course it still feels like a Club.
And No. 10 Ale House still feels like a micro pub shop conversion, though frankly that’s not unusual for the St Annes pub scene.
A good range of seating though, and a diverse range of customers (not all in check shirts) making this feel less middle-aged than your average micro.
Clearly the answer to getting young people into pubs is the beer paddle (I jest).
As is normal for me now, I was ignored at the bar and a young lady who’d just walked up served ahead of me. Once you hit 50, you become invisible (possibly BRAPA will avoid this). You can see how busy the bar was and how easy it would be to be confused as to who’s next.
To her credit, the young lady was mortified when she deduced I hadn’t been served, apologising at least three times. The sooner micro pubs introduce queueing ropes, the better.
Anyway, decent Phoenix Hopsack (NBSS 3), albeit in a jug, and weird jazz.
I could have been in a proper pub.
Just to prove I was at the seaside, I had calamari and chips round by the Spoons. Calamari is only a good idea in Genoa.