A few posts for Alan Winfield.
No problems finding quality cask here, though on my last visit I did note that a burger bar was the only Guide entry in the centre.
First things first. How gorgeous does Nottingham station look ?
The two Guide newbies are to the south and west of town (unless I’ve got my directions wrong again), so I headed towards West Bridgford while Mrs RM went to buy a phone charger, our biggest weekly expense, from O2 in the Broadmarsh Centre.
Alan will hopefully appreciate this photo of the oldest professional league club in the world. The pies are very good here.
I believe there’s another team based over the Trent in West Bridgford.
More solid architecture at Castle Rock’s Embankment, which it’s possible I’d been to pre-match years ago, but my memory ain’t as good as BRAPA’s.
It used to be a large Boots, and still retains its “Dispensary” signage to confuse Simon.
There’s a world of difference between a sleepy Norfolk village pub and Nottingham’s busy town pubs, even one outside the centre on a Sunday afternoon.
How else could it support ten cask, three ciders and lots of Evil Keg ?
Helped by a birthday party, live music in one room, and plenty of Notts couples, the tills were ringing anyway.
The Black Iris from the Tap Takeover was selling well, so I had the Castle Rock Preservation (on the basis it’s their pub), a real meal in a glass (NBSS 3.5).
A bit too open-plan for me, with posing tables (top) and general hubbub detracting a bit from the chemistry tat and proper seating, but hard to knock a place this lively.
WhatPub tells me there’s a Brewhouse & Kitchen close by, which instantly made me nervous about a return trip in GBG19/
So I took the walk back to town via The Meadows, home to some great estate pubs that I’m fairly sure that;
a) Have never been in the Beer Guide
b) Have never been visited by the folk in the Embankment
c) Have been visited by Alan.
A very different side to south Nottingham to the Fun Central beside the Trent. Both happily keg, but I suspect with seating rather more to my liking. Guess who runs the Riverway ?
As dusk falls, the entry into Nottingham was a treat,
and I eyed up the Canalhouse for a pre-train pint.
Then I crossed Canal Street towards Broadmarsh.
This is the Nottingham I know and love.
Mrs RM was waiting for me in the big Wetherspoons, plastic bags and pint in hand.