We finished Derbyshires’s GBG entries at the White Hart, the Amber Valley Pub of the Year for the last 2 years, which says something about how long it takes to get in the Beer Guide.
Nominally in Belper, but as you’ll see it’s in Bargate, or possibly Higher Holbrook. Anyway, a stiff uphill walk out of town (both ways), passing this austere Proper Pub on the way.
It’s all micros in the Guide round here now, so a stone brick community pub like the White Hart is a surprise.
Even more surprising is the beer range…
There was (bargain) Oakham Inferno as well, cool and tasty (NBSS 4), but it’s not the beer obscurity that pulls in a full house of mature drinkers on a Saturday evening. It just felt very pubby, in a way that Stockport’s top boozers do. Loads of pointless but lovely village chat over a Tom Petty soundtrack.
It doesn’t look like a classic, despite bench seating, straight glasses and an absence of jam jars.
Couples and groups came in and eyed up our table, or perhaps they were just reading the football scores on the giant screen. I noted the score from Chesterfield was not yet in, clearly a result of having kicked off late to give Duncan time to get there.
I liked it a lot. Mrs RM hated it. She kept tripping over dogs. There were more canines than Carling drinkers in the public. Next door, the lounge was full of young children, cast out of Duffield’s micros. The White Hart catered for all.
Creche to the left of me, kennels to the right, said Mrs RM.