There’s a lot of nonsense written about choice. In the good old days you could exercise choice by walking between pubs selling Bass or Robinson’s or Holts or Hydes, rather than expecting the pub to spread it’s custom between 6 pumps and do the work for you.
I choose pubs on the quality of their cask, not the width of a range I’ll never try. The Beer Guide does the hard work for me.
I’m on a night out in Derby, doing a few straggling GBG entries.
I asked the Old Boys in the new micro where I could get good Bass.
After arguing with me over where Bass is brewed (still Burton, but who cares), one of them said the local CAMRA branch had found a good drop in the Woodlark. I’d never heard of it.
I stumbled across it, looking for a cashpoint. It’s your archetypal backstreet local, tucked away off Friargate near Derby University buildings.
It looks like an Enterprise local, but isn’t. Half a dozen old boys sit round the bar at 3pm, but I get a proper Midlands welcome.
“Pint of Bass please”
“Handle or straight glass” “Straight”
“Sparkled or flat” “Wow. Flat please”
It’s flat, not quite from the jug flat, and the flavours seeps through. A beautiful pint, NBSS 3.5. Get it in the Beer Guide (they offer CAMRA discount if it helps).
This is a real pub. They play David Gray’s “Babylon” and the blokes at the bar sing along. For a moment, this is the best pub in the world.
What strength in depth Derby has.
You even get choice in the Gents.