A weekend in Greater Bradford is the only way to complete West Yorkshire’s GBG entries; much preferable to finishing off the county in World Craft Central (L***s).
In Leeds, the Commercial would be listed under, er, Leeds in the GBG. Here it gives Thackley its first Guide appearance since Bradford were above Manchester City in the League.
The most interesting thing about Thackley is seemingly its proximity to Idle, home of the famous Idle Working Mens Club and not a lot else. Tell me otherwise.
The views from the hills behind the pub were better than my photo suggests.
The Commercial itself is a classic stone village pub that I knew would give me a good welcome and good beer. There’s dozens of pubs like this along the A657. Or at least there were before 2007.
It’s the sort of place that looks like it should be in the Beer Guide, and now is.
Just for once, I resisted the lure of Tetley.
“Roosters Chinook, please”
“There ya go my lovely“. Told you. “We always have that one on“.
I resisted the temptation to say something about foreign muck from Keighley, as I don’t do beer talk.
Rarely have I seen a first beer of the day pulled through as vigorously
In consequence, it was pretty marvellous (NBSS 3.5+). My notes say cool, intense and sherberty, which sounds like something I’d nick off RateBeer if I knew what that was.
To my left, a proper fire that suddenly seemed unnecessary as we approached the end of the Ice Age, even in Bradford.
To my right, a cheery group of four regulars enjoying lager and wine and a mild argument over whose turn it was to pay.
MY turn to pay” “NO, mine” etc
A cheerful conversation included several BRAPA-friendly gems.
“He can drink me under the table”
“He’s besotted with golf, and Hugo, his cat”
The soundtrack could have been chosen for them. “I feel good“, “Summer in the city” and “Somebody to love” are hard to beat. Though on reflection “Surrealistic Pillow” may not have been what they were buying in 1967.
Did beer have lacings this good in 1967 ?…..
Finally, you may have noticed the absence of food. It is still possible (and relatively common) to find a pub without table reservations round here. Though I did squeeze past a bloke with a huge cardboard box at the door, so perhaps folk live off scratchings and nuts. Very wise.