Take your time with that one.
So onto Denton, a place it’s been almost entirely possible for me to ignore over the decades as we whizz round the M60 or the M67, on the way to the car park that is the A57 at Mottram.
No sign on the motorways saying “Denton – rest ye awhile amid it’s bucolic charms“, I note.
As you’ll see from the WhatPub extract below, this is not a hotbed of real ale to rival Stockport or Staly. For five points, identify the glaring omission.
Apart from the cheery Lowes Arms (top right), which I always think of as Hyde, my only stop in Denton was 20 years ago, when Mrs RM was berated for parking close to a raging man’s drive while I nipped into the Chapel House for a half. I think he was a United fan.
So the two (count them) new GBG entries were a chance for a through reassessment of the place, starting at the water feature at Jubilee Square.
The Crown Point Tavern is the sort of micropub that’s been around in futuristic places like Chorlton and Altrincham for many years before the term “micropub” was invented by Mr Hillier.
You could walk past it, several times, just as I did, thinking it was a fitness joint.
Inside, it’s all pub, with the sort of 2pm pub atmosphere you only get in the North West (see Leigh). Horse racing was on, some people may even have been watching it.
Some of the best pub seating of the year so far, and what do folk do – kneel.
I’ll overlook the jam jars and the handled jugs, the beer range was short and interesting, and the Thornbridge Stout cool and tasty (NBSS 3).
But stuff the beer. It’s a pub. The owner said “Hiya !”, it felt like a community pub, not a micro, and I had no idea what was going on, Which is what I like. The Lionel Richie soundtrack, who knows ?
Someone outside on the pavement knocked over the barrier (“Pissed again”), and everyone else seemed to drop their money (including me).
Against the micropub rules, it did everything wrong. But it did everything right as well.