Lots of people are boring on about the best pubs in real ale honeypots like Stockport, Berlin, Nottingham and, of course, Newbury.
On the day Robert Plant released his latest solo record, I played the predicable tourist for a change, and walked the trail of Kiddy’s proud musical heritage.
Not quite enough to bring in the tourists on a Thursday night in October, and the over-modernised town centre isn’t the best in the west.
But the pubs were all lively and cheery, as they always are. And the sole newbie, the Beer Emporium etc, looked far too inviting. The windows suggest life, without quite disclosing what’s going on inside (nothing bad. This IS Kiddy).
Yes, it looks and feels like a micro, but there are proper seats rather than posing tables down two lines, so you could integrate or hide fairly easily. Being able to be unsociable in a pub is an underrated virtue.
One of the friendliest micros so far, reminding me a lot of Dover’s wonderful Lanes.
A treasure trove of pub conversation, and of breweriana;
For old folk like me with poor eyesight, the Emporium’s giant beer blackboard is a joy.
Some will think that’s not the most cutting-edge range of beers. That suits me fine, and I welcome a showcase for the excellent Hobson’s beers, which you rarely see travelling round the country.
Everyone seemed to be on the Green Hop, and I always follow everyone. It was beautifully presented from the barrel, a clear NBSS 3.5. I still wished I’d had the Mild though.
If anyone thought me odd for taking photos of the top of the beer they didn’t say so.
As I’ve said before, I rate Kidderminster one of the very best places for a pub crawl anywhere in the UK. Cheery, characterful places with high quality beer.
I hope our regular US visitors will confirm that status by paying it a visit now they’ve done the honeypots of Bewdley and Bridgnorth.