BRAPA and I agree on most things, but occasionally I find myself in awe of just how hardcore a #PubMan he is, as when we had a minor difference of opinion over the Queen’s Head. Pubs that take themselves too seriously rarely score highly on the BRAP-ometer (£37.99 + P+P from Goole).
That smell at the Palmerston was nothing to do with me, though I’d been in mere days before on an unexpected last trip to Posh railway station with Mrs RM.
Perhaps the most beery of ‘Boro’s pubs, and certainly Bateman’s best unless someone in Lincoln wants to argue with me. There’s a touch of Cambridge’s Mill Road about it, but it’s more Live and Let Live than the Blue, being free of food (hurrah !).
I’m sure they’ve moved the bars around since I last went.
Yes, it’s a bit of a breweriana museum.
But there’s some high quality stuff.
And the book and CD library includes such classics as the Nigel Mansell autobiography, which I bet Simon nicked.
Proper seating, beer mats, blokes with enormous man bags. All present and correct.
OK, the beer range is the sort of thing you’d have seen in a Tynemill pub a decade ago,
Yes, ten (10) beers, all from the barrel. In a suburban pub on Monday afternoon. Sounds like a recipe for soup, but the Brewsters Hophead was superbly cool and rich, another NBSS 4 in a month full of them.
No beer bores; it’s hard to imagine tickers here. And more people in the smoking shelter than the bar; no surprise when it’s as welcoming as this.
A decade or so ago the Palmerston Arms was so busy some evenings it restricted entry and had a year out of the Beer Guide (as with the Blue Bell in York). Funny no-one stops micro pubs that restricts entry by almost never being open out of the Guide these days.