As all pub bloggers know, bench seating and cracking beer are no match for a cute pub cat when it comes to blogging.
A second trip to Levy in quick succession, following a similar post-Indy Man pint in Fred’s.
The 3 of us had arranged this impromptu get-together without as much as a Facebook invite and commemorative programme.
Duncan needed new GBG entry Fred’s, I wanted the award-winning Blue Bell as a pre-emptive tick, and Mudgie had heard about a cutting-edge craft place (details later).
The Blue Bell, local Pub of the Year for 2018, is set in a residential area away from the buzzy high street. Sometimes that means it’ll be quiet, but it was thriving at a quarter to four last Friday (26/1).
It’s prime Sam Smiths, especially the vault.
Duncan and new friend Felix were protecting the prime seating.
The Blue Bell is stunning; warm, welcoming and classy. I can imagine Dick and Dave wanting to detour here on their next trip. Four rooms gave you choices to engage or hide, read or rant (or stroke the cat).
The three of us had the Bitter, but we may have been in the minority. I’ve no hesitation in saying this is a wonderful pub, a worthy Pub of the Year, but one which may surprise the regulars as much as the rest of the multi-pump obsessed world outside Stockport.
Mudgie and Moggie became best friends, and all was well with the world. I can confirm that Duncan drinks pints.
Fresh flowers in the Gents, too, always a sign of a pub that cares.