A very overdue visit to one of Mr Coe’s basic, unspoilt pubs,
which I now understand never made the Beer Guide because the landlady didn’t want pub tourists like me there. The village, and the doggie at the top, made me as welcome as you could hope. A micro pub in proper pub clothing, in fact.
This was the south coast trip where I met the man I called Tom, and a couple of other ne’er do wells.
I was still recovering that night when I returned to the Platform. For the third time, I fell for the loo joke.
Rarely will you find such a joyous pub (they’d just got a Nil-Nil against Hull), and the beer was nectar. Even that unpasteurised keg London Pride.
Another famed pub I’d never been to, and another contender for Pub of the Year.
A “Proper Pub” not a “CAMRA Pub”, if you know what I mean. I said “A Scottish Cooper’s Tavern” and “A Symphony in Brown” as well.
Sampling the Jarl here should be on every bucket list.
If I had to pick a “moment” from the year, it would be Robbie Williams singing “Angels” at the Manchester One Love concert back in June. while I was in Burslem.
I was in pieces, but this sublime pint of Plum Porter at the Titanic Tap did me right.
A second Scottish classic I finally got to visit, and a second exemplar pint of Jarl.
“One for fans of dark brown, bench seating, tasteful wall photos and beer mats” I said. And old school Landlords who know how to keep a cellar.
My beer scores say this was as good as it got in 2017. How could Edinburgh Castle taste this good (it was rubbish in Bucks last year. Ah, there’s my answer).
Recommended to me by the Pubmeister, a man who knows beer quality, and served in a Glasgow bar at it’s early evening height. Absolute magic.
It also gave me the chance to revive the spirit of Brad. And Archie,
I’m a bit worried by how many magic pubs I’ve given you already. I’ll try and exercise more quality control tomorrow.