Only one left in Salop for the GBG year, and another cracker.
No better place to finish anywhere than in Shrewsbury, of course, even without enough room in my belly for half a dozen or more marvellous pubs I should have done.
I caught the town on the first sunny day of Spring. And it looked marvellous, exemplified by Old and New St Chad’s.
But the Severn appeared to be dangerously close to flooding my pub in Coleden, south of the Severn.
Thankfully the Cross Foxes was unscathed. How had I not known of this gem before. Particularly when Pub Curmudgeon did.
Like the Tynemouth Lodge, it’s a simple unspoilt one bar locals pub, Long row of bench seating, darts board, horse racing from Wincanton, 4pm drinkers. You could be in Derby. Or heaven.
Five points for guessing which beer I chose (clue: the other two were Three Tuns and Worthington).
The Bass lasted about eight minutes, which is quite restrained for me when it comes to Draught Bass. Not the coolest Bass of all time, but chewy and tasty, an easy NBSS 3.5. Welcome to the Beer Guide, may your stay be long.
I was so excited I nearly went in the Ladies. “LEFT !” the regulars shouted.
Not a lot else to be said, not a lot needs saying, it’s a Proper Pub where you drink good beer and all are welcome. Oh, they were playing Nik Kershaw. Wouldn’t it be good if all pubs were like this (sorry).
“Did you see that Liverpool do Man City last night ?” (AAAGH)
“Haven’t seen Scousers so excited about one leg since McCartney met ‘eather Mills”
And oh, the lacings !