More of a question than a post – why is Sale so poor for pubs ? (or isn’t it ?).
On the tram back from Altrincham to Deansgate we had to make what I’ll call a “Comfort Break” i.e. a pub. Where better than a Spoons in the Beer Guide. Even though I’d had my remaining Spoons vouchers stolen, a crime the local constabulary had no interest in investigating.
Quite a plain Spoons in the Cheshire shop conversion mode, but typically bustling early Saturday evening.
By their standards, quite a large range of guests (Weetwood, Titanic, Saltaire, Robbies). For contrast, my regular coffee stop in St. Neots has been firmly on the Doom Bar/Ruddles/Abbot/Ghost Ship recently.
I sought advice at the bar, where a tall chap told me in passing he’d sung at Ely Cathedral (it helps if you’re tall in Ely so you can see over the hills).
The regulars all pointed to the Abbot Reserve with the same reverence that you might point to a bottle of Pliny the Elder.
It did the trick, a pint split between Mrs RM and myself in the usual 75/25 proportion drunk in 2 minutes.
I admired the artwork on the way up to the Gents.
I’m sure Mrs RM would have been persuaded to try another trendy Sale bar, but they didn’t jump out. The only previous Guide entries nearby sold Holt Bitter, Unicorn and Pedigree, which sounds great to me but less so to Mrs “Craft Monster” RM.
Looking at WhatPub the other nearby delights were Bombardier, GK IPA and Wainwright. Perhaps this is a last bastion of Boring Brown Bitter. An anti-Chorlton, if you like.
I know Sale isn’t huge, but it’s got a “Rugby” team named after it, though then so have Leicester and Zebre, wherever that is.