I could tell you this was the 27th micro pub I’ve visited this Guide year, and you’d believe me. Russ wouldn’t. He’s checked and it’s the 28th.
What an exciting place Blythe Bridge is. Home to a steam railway with a recent Beer Guide entry, one of four recent GBG entries if I generously count Catchems Corner, and the start of England’s favourite tunnel (20 years old this year).
OK, you’re not sold on the idea of Blythe for your holiday. Surely the Crossways, conveniently situated next to Jordan’s Hairdressers, will convince you.
It looks like a ’70s Stoke café before the city transformed itself so famously.
The one chap sitting by the window studiously ignored my “Hello” as I entered. You feel obliged to say “Hello” in a micro, don’t you ? You wouldn’t in a Spoons.
A much younger barman was a model of politeness, exactly the sort of politeness you hope for in NEXT but rarely get. Well done young man. Somehow, though, he wasn’t going to ask how I found myself in his micro.
So I sat there with my Peakstones Pale (£2.80 a pint, NBSS 3.5+) and looked for something quirky to comment on. And failed.
And that’s a problem with micros. However good the beer, and however much you value the lack of things like noise and young people, they can be desperately quiet.
Either that or so busy with a dozen people in that there’s no seating.
My notes say “Deathly Hallows”,which I fear is neither the name of the beer or a reminder to re-read JK Rowling. I said “Bye” as I left, to no-one in particular.
NB if you want real adventure, I suggest the Golden Keg a mile away in Draycott. English and Indian food. Plum Porter and Doom Bar. Tiny Rebel and Bombardier. Wow.