I’ll really feel a sense of loss when (if) I finish these Northampton posts. Onto the Albion, a.k.a. the Phipps Brewery Tap. Minus at least three of our number who had decided to stick to the Fosters in the Drum (possibly).
First, the bad news from the five minute stroll from the Drum. Shipmans remains shut, its National Inventory treasures (Big D peanuts dispenser, Mansfield beer mats etc) hidden forever. If it re-emerges as a micro I shall cry.
The good news is that Northampton looked stunning in early evening, with golden stone,
and the unique “Tracey Ullman Quarter”
The Albion was heaving, even compared to my first visit.
We’d arrived at the launch of the Straight Allies campaign,
and found the Mayor in fine form.
In Winchester (imagine me hissing that word) the whole pub would be closed if a private function like this was on. As we’ve seen, Northampton is a welcoming place that made space for us. Mudgie didn’t try the hat on.
It’s unlikely a pub as packed as this is ever going to impress as much as one where you get the last table and get to stroke the pub cat, but it was hard to argue with the buzz or the beer (Cobblers, NBSS 4, my beer of the night).
Not great lacings, but look at this scummy head.
Only two to go, unless I’ve forgot one.