Yes, No.288 in my Top 100 series. So sue me.
A third visit here in ten years, and heaving every time. Given what I wrote last time about how quiet Hereford was on Thursday night, that probably says it all.
To be honest, it was never a good idea to finish at Barrels, after two pints and a cider/Gin & Tonic, but at least Mrs RM didn’t attempt to ride the bull this time as we wobbled serenely there via the town centre.
Hereford may be short on great pubs, but it’s strong on empty fun pubs with flashing lights. Perhaps it aspires to be the Skegness of the Marches ?
Actually, the Skeggy analogy isn’t completely far-fetched. I was trying to think of a pub that dominates a town as much as Barrels, and the Vine came to mind.
There must have been 50 folk of all ages in the cobbled courtyard, and as many in the cluster of inside rooms. That’s a quiet night here.
It’s not the architecture that define Barrels, but it is still a bit special. You could choose from at least eight different drinking areas if you were trying to avoid someone, which is something you don’t get in a micropub (though Beer in Hand is actually excellent).
“I’ll have a Gin & Tonic“, shouted Mrs RM as she set off for the extremities, presumably in the hope of the best WiFi. One chap seemed to have found the perfect spot for an extended Skype conversation, or else he thought he was performing for BRAPA. All human life (of legal drinking age) was here.
I bravely contemplated my return from Weston’s to Wye Valley…
Now you may wonder what’s so special about a place selling the full range of a family brewer’s beer in top condition, and not much else, to a happy group of locals*. Well that combination was enough to enough to make Stockport’s Nursery the national Pub of the Year before CAMRA branches decided that masses of choice was what was needed.
The Butty Bach was a 4, the rarely seen Stout was even better, and if I hadn’t seen this one,
I might have worked through the range, except that “last orders” had been called. I can’t remember the last time I heard “last orders” called. Perhaps Dick and Dave can.
NEVER pass up Robinsons cider, folks. Even when you really should.
“Yer beer is sensational“, I said, as I wobbled out. “Thanks Chief”
I felt superfine in the morning. Honest.
*Mark and LifeAfterFootball would have loved the soundtrack, moving s