Three new pubs in Derby in GBG18, and some stragglers nearby, means an overnighter close to Alan Winfield’s favourite ground. The only time I’ve ever been inside Pride Park I was recruiting graduate bean counters for the NHS, which hardly counts as “ticking the 92” but I’m having it.
Last time here I was complaining about the quality of the Bass (that pub dropped straight out the Guide). No Bass in the 3 new entries, but a delightfully varied bunch allowing a leisurely stroll round Derby’s bucolic suburbs. A job normally reserved for BeerMat.
For some reason I did this on a Wednesday afternoon, and expected the worst. Who goes to suburban Derby pubs on Wednesday lunchtime in Dryanuary ?
Loads of old folk, that’s who. Yes, older than me.
At the Coronation in Alvaston the mobility scooters were parked up inside out of the rain, and the gentlefolk were listening to what I can only call “stomping jazz“. It was rather brilliant, though the moose seemed unimpressed.
Like all the best things, Steaming Billy’s star has faded a little since they kicked off on a farm in Oadby, but their pubs and beer are as cheery as ever. The Billy was cool, cheap and tasty (NBSS 3.5), helped by having a couple of dozen drinkers in midweek.
I managed to escape before the hat came round, but given I was still finding dimes in my pocket after Vegas they didn’t miss out.
Back in the West End of town, and the inevitable micro, tucked on the edge of Derby pub central.
Some decent architecture here.
And The Last Post isn’t shabby, either.
I was studiously ignored at first, struggling to get to the bar, but the regular professional drinkers opened up a bit when I asked about Bass, pointing me to a nearby pub that had apparently earned the praise of local CAMRA (this one, in fact).
“It’s not brewed in Burton anymore, ya know” “Really. I think it is”
“Or Pedigree. And Marstons is s**t anyway. Got bits floating in it.“.
Proper pub arguments, I loved it, though Bill Bass would have been very bored.
The regulars were happy with their pale beers from microbreweries, and to be fair the Little Critters was another cool and tasty NBSS 3.5, so I couldn’t complain. It was a proper pub too, selling lager and all.
But I didn’t want to be found dead on a back street off Ashbourne after defending Marstons plc.