Not strictly true, it was just a shared half of Mild in the birthplace of our greatest living haircut, but “Sober in Wrecsam” sounds rubbish.
I’m back to instant blogging, this time from a pub looking out over the River Conwy while listening to Steely Dan and drinking this.
I’ve had worse days.
And Wrecsam/Wrexham looked pretty good too, particularly on the approach from Bellevue Park.
Even the dustbins sparkled.
The High Street is not the UK’s greatest (but not its worst either), a string of fun pubs broken by a minor jewel.
A joule cruelly (?) evicted from the Guide in favour of a second Spoons, leaving Wrexham the only town with two Spoons in the Guide. And nothing else.
The North & South Wales Bank (N & S to its mates) makes the Elihu Vale seem like a Brunning and Price.
Unattractive, open, sabby, quite wonderful. An antidote to the posh Cambs pubs I had to take Simon to on Saturday.
They served three locals their Fosters/Carlsberg/Strongbow before me, and I didn’t care.
The Nottingham Mild was, astonishingly, a 3.5.