The last leg of Northampton 2018 now, with two pubs and a chicken dhansak to finish.
It was certainly full of people who looked like us, and (like the Blue) scary amounts of brewerania, some of it quite desirable.
We were greeted by that most glorious/terrifying of sights.
You’ll know my crustacean-era views on beer choice. One beer is plenty, thank you, and often more than enough.
Yes, beer festival season had started early and way farm-themed. I worked on a farm and I don’t remember 100 different beers. I stuck with the most bland beer on handpump (sorry Moorhouses).
To be fair, the beer looked superb. I’ve had cooler pints of Black Cat (NBSS3), but of course any pub that accepts Spoons vouchers is beyond criticism.
Hard to fault a pub this busy, and with an increasingly younger crowd occupying the hay bales we were thankful to Richard for grabbing a table.
Too busy for me, despite its merits, and our final pub threatened to be an even tighter affair as a wedding party took over the place. Once again Paul made it first and bagged a table, though I suspect the bride would have been happy to shift over and let us perch on the edge of her table and finish our halves of an excellent home-brewed stout (NBSS 3.5+)
The Pomfret Arms was an appropriate place to end, providing yet more evidence that this is a friendly town with welcoming folk, and a good mix of pubs.
Some might moan about the lack of Bass, or Brass Castle, or a Sam Smiths, but this is a Top 20 pub town if not Top 10. On a hot day the beer was Beer Guide standard throughout, and no-one gave me the spectacle of a returned pint.
If Dick and Dave do Northampton, the curry at Lazeez was top-notch old-school stuff. And being BYO, you can take your own bottles of Carlsberg in.