It’s more than two weeks since our Northampton trip, so you could forgive me for making it up at this stage. But I have my notes, I have my photos, and now I have Richard Coldwell‘s blog to copy remind me of Pub No. 4.
The Lamplighter was a real backstreet boozer on my way to watch Northampton Town while they were bottom of the 4th division and you had to stand on duckboards round the pitch. You can spot me in this clip from 25 years ago wearing Bass braces.
As Richard notes, it’s tucked away in the Boot and Shoe quarter, Northampton’s very own Valley of Beer.
The real gem (below) was keg, of course. Keep pushing, Northants CAMRA.
Which isn’t to say the Lamplighter is plain, just less striking from the outside.
Inside, all is brewerania and history.
Like all of England since April 2007, the boozers in the boot quarter have evolved into food-led allrounders attracting families and (as here) birthday parties. Another music-free allrounder, I noted.
Still, that custom keeps 7 (seven) pumps ticking over, helped by ten tourists anyway.
Shoulda had Citra, of course, but the Great Oakley (a measly half, I admit it) was cool and tasty, an easy NBSS 3. Of course you need to be a Pint Man to appreciate beer.
The Coventry fan, clearly unable to find his way home following his team’s recent exile at Sixfields, gave the place a pubby feel, but we nearly all ate here.
I had poached egg and “Yorkshire mushy peas” as noted by Richard, and I thought food and pub staff were exemplary. Seven beers is too many though.
But, perhaps appropriately, my notes are all about other people fussing over my Doc Martens, deemed insufficiently shiny by Yorkshire boots fascists. Only in Northampton can pub banter regarding saddle soap and scrubbing be deemed remotely acceptable.