Two years ago this place was the trad-sounding Moo Bar, now it’s got the quirky Fell Bar as a moniker, but seems to be coping with that burden.
Closed last year for a while, it’s now the most certain of pre-emptive ticks. Cask at £3 a pint too #CheapBeerRules.
Yes, To Øl , to go along with painted toe nails in the Dockray.
You can see what I had. It was great. I’ve no idea what fruit Simcoe is, but it’s always a good bet. You could have been in Leeds. Let that sink in.
Mrs RM texted me to ask where I was, so it was fortunate I just around the corner. 20minutes later we were back in the Crown where the Landlord was playing doms with the locals. He got up to fetch us a pint, and the Thai chef took over his hand (is it called a hand ?)
Sensing the public was the centre of the bants, we resisted an invitation to eat in a very old-fashioned panelled restaurant.
“I wouldn’t say he was pissed, just a little unsteady”
“When you fall over, I’m there to pick you up”
“Shaqiri on steroids. That’s not steroids, that’s haemorrhoids ”
“Another round, Gentleman ? I use the term loosely”
Next door the Friday Salsa class were in full flow. “Music to hang yourself to” confided our Landlord, one of the very best.
For posterity, and in honour of our Chicago reader, I’ve recorded here a legendary dessert menu.
Following up (excellent) Thai Green Beef Curry with Spotted Dick & Custard isn’t advised, even as part of a cruel social experiment.
The pint of Youngers was more sensible, a reminder of the days when Caffrey’s ruled the world.
Five great, and very varied pubs in Penrith. A Proper Pub town.