WARNING : CONTAINS PUB WINDOW PORN
Five points for the obscure ’90s album reference.
Back to Brum shortly (yesterday’s photos still uploading), but first here’s more Northern Sky for you. Sunset in Stalybridge is a wonderful thing.
The annual trip to Staly for a new Beer Guide pub is a GBG highlight. Decaying nightclubs and Beer Guide Labour Clubs have a strange fascination for me, but the civic architecture is the big draw.
This year, two newbies, and one of them isn’t a micro !
It’s multi-roomed gorgeousness reminded me of a Sam Smiths or Holts, though with a wider clientele on an early Saturday evening. Some were even younger than Mrs RM.
Of course, if you live in Stockport or Salford you can get a bit blasé about proper pubs like this, but there’s little that looks or feels this good in Cambridge.
I presume a limited beer range, rather than quality, has edged the Wharf out of the GBG over the years, as the cheerfully served Wainwright was very cool and tasty (NBSS 3+).
To minimise Mrs RM’s walking, I left her with a bag of crisps and rugby league on the telly, and nipped out to do the other newbie (that’s not what I told her).
It took me ten minutes to walk to Bridge Beers, take a photo of that button at the top, and nip back to the Wharf, where Mrs RM was still “liking” FaceFriend posts.
That means I probably didn’t do full justice to a micro/bottle shop which actually manages to look like a proper Stalybridge pub.
I drank at the bar, just like the bar flies I complain about, and enjoyed a tasty but challenging TicketyBrew Muchner, which I confess I read as Murcner (it wasn’t murky).
The pubs were busy enough, but the town was quiet at 7pm. I suspect the Station Buffet was looking like Sodom with all the TransPennine Ale Trailers though.