It’s a vital tick on the way to completing Nottinghamshire GBG entries for the year before the Pubmeister.
I confess I was a bit confused by this one, though not as confused as WhatPub which reckons it’s in South Yorkshire. I was sure I’d been to Lound recently; turns out that was the Gate in Sutton-cum-Lound. Quite why Sutton gets a cum-Lound, as it were, but Lound doesn’t get a cum-Sutton, is presumably an agenda item for Bassetlaw Council.
I visited the Gate en route to Halifax a year ago with my parents, possibly the most northern pub they’d ever been in. The fish and chips were very wonderful, but no photographic evidence appears to exist. If I find ’em, you’ll see ’em.
Never mind, the Bluebell is a deadringer for the Gate, as Meatloaf once sang.
A shame the Christmas tat obscures some pleasant 1950s (?) touches.
And a shame about the thin glass, surely the curse of 2017.
But a fine beer selection, in the sense there’s only three and I’ve heard of them all. Hoorah !
This, America, is how to do pubs. Middle-aged folk in pullovers talking about nothing(well, Christmas preparations) on a Friday evening, keenly observed by a middle–aged bloke with poor dress sense.
I’m sorry Welbeck Brewery had to pull the plug on their Sheffield flagship; their beers are well made in a BBB way, and were competently served here (NBSS 3).
In the public, all was chat. In the lounge, all was unpretentious dining. North Notts knows how to do a simple village local.