Don’t worry, I’m thinking of the Bee Gees classic* rather than the Metallica cover version.
Our American readers will no doubt have been wondering when I’d make my first reference to the Royal Wedding with which our Great Nation will soon be blessed. Harry and Meghan were in Nottingham this week, drawn no doubt by rumours of our own visit and the need to organise their own nuptials for a Sunday when beer is £2 a pint at Room With A Brew.
The Town Hall never disappoints, particularly the view from the big Spoons near Old Market tram stop.
We set off from there for curry, but there is nothing as distracting or appealing as the view into a cheery pub as nights draw in. Even a pub with paper teapots dangling in the windows.
On at least two occasions, I’ve been asked by colleagues standing in the middle of Nottingham if there are any pubs. For which read
“Are there any pubs better than the Spoons I’m standing outside“.
As it’s seemingly impossible for anyone to actually find Ye Olde Trip a second time, and advising a visit to Spanky Van Dyke’s would be treated with suspicion (wrongly, they sell Doom Bar), I always say,
“Opposite the big building is the Bell. It’s got a Bell on it. Go in there“.
Loads of history blah blah blah of course, most notably the takeover of Hardy & Hanson by Greene King a decade ago which signalled the death knell for Notts GK pubs in the Guide.
I don’t care who brews my beer, just how good it tastes. At least Greene King haven’t knocked the rooms through yet. We ignored the front rooms with tourists and went to the back bar where all the other middle-aged couples were at 4.30pm. Lots of them.
Drawn by the lure of the Oakham, I correct myself at the bar and go for the Nottingham EPA. That’s what Beermat did, after all.
Going against received wisdom, I often comment on how chatty Wetherspoons staff are. The staff here were beyond cheery, contributing to an atmosphere both lively and cosy. They may even have given me a CAMRA discount. Not that that would cloud my judgement.
Not much food being served, just groups of friends chatting about fine dining options in Stapleford and enjoying a soundtrack of obscure ’70s weirdness that Shazam revealed to be the new Jack White single.
Alan writes on his blog about trips to the pub with his wife. It’s a real and heartening feature of Nottingham pubs , even outside food hours, and means you get a much broader slice of life than you do in Cambridge or Shoreditch.
Many folk would think the cask range a bit dull, but I’d happily drink the EPA (NBSS 4) all day. Mrs RM had to be carefully steered away from the Punk IPA and the piano.
But to where ?
*It really is.