Oh look, it’s those nice Banks’s people again. I must say, they (a.k.a. Marston’s) did come back very quickly and politely to confirm Pedi is made in Burton.
“Pedigree has to brewed through the Burton Union system, which only exists here in the Burton brewery. It’s also the only beer we put through the Unions.”
So there you go then. Not that where and how beer is brewed matters if it then sits in the pipes for a week.
No Pedigree, but more well kept beer in the Stumble Inn.
This one was BRAPA‘s fault. I tend to stick to the pubs in the Beer Guide, ignoring folk exhorting me to visit new places. If they’re that good they’ll be in the Guide next year, won’t they ?
But Simon waxed lyrical in his write-up, and Mrs RM insisted.
That said, it took some finding, you’d hardly stumble across it, tucked away in a tiny shopping arcade reminiscent of Daventry. Look closely above and you’ll find it marked at three different places on the map (the smaller red marker with white circle is where WhatPub places it). We love a challenge.
Two photos will show you the whole of the pub;
Perhaps it will be the first former Fired Earth office to make the Beer Guide.
In sharp contrast with Simon’s visit the night before, we were the only visitors at 3pm. A good job the young barman was so chatty then.
It turned out the owner had had such a stressful evening preparing for BRAPA and Simon’s “rockstar demands” he’d had to take the afternoon off, leaving this young chap to clear up and hold the ship.
Luckily, clearing up doesn’t involve taking down the Christmas deccies.
I had a posh fruit juice and a sip of Mrs RM’s “Smoking Blonde”, which is probably sexist but Mrs RM picked it so it can’t be. This was the 6% beer Simon had wished he’d gone for. Not that you’d have been able to read the strength, or the sexist name, on the weird reflective pump clip (and I had my new glasses on).
The barman was from Darlington, one of the greatest places on earth, and we reminisced fondly about the Voodoo Café.
I hope he got some more customers after we left. It must be terrifying being on your own in a Fired Earth office after dark in Northallerton.