More good pubs, more excellent beer. Dryanuary seems to be a roaring success so far.
Rushcliffe is one of those boroughs that exist for the sole purpose of confusion when Members of Parliament have their constituencies flashed up on PMQs. See also: Haltemprice and Spen
I’d call it posh Notts, but there’s plenty of plain boozers in places like Bingham and Tollerton.
The Right Hon Ken Clarke‘s empire includes such well-known gems as Gotham (not that one), Bunny (not that one) and Ruddington, home to one of my many Head Offices in years past, and (coincidentally) several good Guide pubs over the years.
The Frame Breakers is a very Ruddington pub in a smart but unpretentious opened-out way. That could be most of the East Midlands,to be fair.
Also a very Mrs RM pub, with a level of sophistication I rarely subject her to these days.
I couldn’t get a seat, as half the village were out celebrating the 25% mark of Dryanuary having passed, but it won me over.
More Pilsner Urquell than cask being served, but they were promoting their ales, and the Nottingham EPA was cool and tasty (NBSS 3.5).
I can sum it up with one word. “Froth“. Froth on the beer, the froth of banter from every table. There was a neat little snack menu but this is really a smart drinkers pub. Granted, my definition of smart is that people make a little effort before leaving the house, unlike me.
Down the road, past the famed Bunny Arms (T-Bone Steak and a pint of Mansfield for £8 years ago), is the micro pub with perhaps the least promising name in the Guide.
But the Round Robinn turns out to be a lively cracker.
Being strategically placed next to a gloriously illuminated Chinese takeaway gives it a head start in my book (crispy shredded beef and Singapore rice).
The landlady was impossibly cheery when we phoned up to check they’d be open (never assume that of a micro pub in January), and that cheer pretty much made the pub as well.
Momentarily confused by the sight of all those barrels, I though I might get forced to have a taster, so I quickly picked the Dancing Duck. Always reliable, and here a cool, hoppy joy with giant foamy head (see top,NBSS 4). The sort of beer that converts you off of keg Bass.
The place was full of family groups, a real east Midlands phenomenon that BirishBeerMat has picked up on as well. One family were playing dominos; I have no idea who was winning.
Views on children in pubs varies, of course. I’m a fan as long as they don’t spoil “Match of the Day” by shouting out the football results.
A lovely pub, despite the naff name.
To make a great pub even better, I spotted this cat cushion in a shop over the road.