From the Bank we wandered aimlessly for all of 7 seconds, ending up on the doorstep of Conwy’s “premier ale house“.
Before I could say,
“But Mrs RM, we have a mountain to climb tomorrow morning”
she was in like a shot, staring round looking for craft, while I took photos of the floor.
It’s certainly a stunner of a pub, the front room with a window opening out on to the street, and a gorgeous smoking room, whatever smoking is.
But it was a lot quieter than my last visit, also midweek. Until 5pm, anyway.
The Purple Moose, apparently the fastest seller, was good enough, but I’ve had fresher beer.
Mrs RM had some local keg filth. It probably was unpronounceable.
Just as we were going, a couple of Americans came to the bar and sought advice on which beer to try.
“Go for the last one pulled” I shouted.
They took the advice, and I invited them to join us so I could compare notes.
Lovely folk, Terry and Patti I think, on a post-retirement trip round the UK centred largely on pubs. What an astonishing concept !
They were from Maryland, though sadly they knew none of the main characters in the Wire personally.
They were taken with the pub, and subsequent pints of Conwy and Stockport were much better. I saw a new barrel of Moose come on, sometimes it happens you get the end of a barrel and misjudge a pub.
We talked pubs and travel and vinyl for a couple of hours. There’s a fixation with Toto, the Pure Prairie League (who ?) and Rush I couldn’t quite forgive. We resisted the snackling.
Anyway, if you see Terry and Patti in Leeds or Inverness or Edinburgh over the next week, buy them a pint. Preferably Bass.
Lovely people, most Americans.