I don’t care what anyone says, nothing is better looking* than a pint of Draught Bass.
Mind you, the views from outside the Mitre Hotel in central Manchester aren’t far behind. Sadly the WiFi in the Mitre is, to say the least, disappointing.
It’s also close to St George’s Park, where England’s elite footballers are being trained in the arts of “drawing the foul” and “calling for a VAR” as we speak.
No future Ian Clarksons in the Red Lion, but a fairly upmarket crowd, despite the usual unpromising Staffs exterior.
The fireplace and Gents tells you all you need to know about the target audience.
There’s more traditional looking pubs in Hoar Cross, Tutbury and, of course, Uttoxter, but this “radically refurbished” local has all-day opening, posh bar snacks,
and sticks to the knitting beer wise. I even sensed a nod of approval as I ordered the amber nectar, but it might have been hiccups.
A wonderful pint, cool and with a tight head as last seen in the Petersgate Tap.
And just look at the you-know-what.
*This blog in no way supports the objectification of Bass, which should be rewarded for coolness, texture, taste and lacings. Hope that clears up any potential misunderstandings.