“In the (Birmingham) City there’s a thousand words (OK 342) I wanna say to you“.
Yes, one for Beer Mat now as we finally enter some Digbeth pubs you’ll all have heard of, even if you’ve never been further out of Brum than the funny bull statue.
It’s the Anchor !
It must be 17 years since I did the Digbeth GBG pubs and the only difference I can see in the Anchor is the loss of a GBG sticker. Still an exemplar Irish boozer, as evidenced by the TAYTO bags. Though note the “Craft” Taytos in the blue packet. The End of Times.
The Anchor is used to the sight of #PubMen invading the still of the pub at 3pm on a weekday to score halves of pale bitter, and greeted us like old friends.
Musically, we’re up to 1987 here, with the Cure’s “Why Can’t I Be You” getting its annual PRS cheque for £0.0037p.
The locals sit at the bar, #PubMen find just the right size table to seat us all, and we admire the beermats.
I love the way these Digbeth pubs preserve their character as a workingman’s (or retired workingman’s) boozer, while simultaneously preserving all that old stuff that CAMRA Heritage obsessives fuss over, like dark wood, old mirrors and bell-pushes. They’ll be fussing over preserved BrewDogs in 2038.
No Punk IPA at the Anchor, but something called Flight Suit on the “pours”, produced no doubt by some awesome dudes in a hut in Shobnall Road, Burton. This is the modern world.
From a pleasingly tight cask range (see Mudgie report) I picked the Hobsons Town Crier, a cool dry gem (NBSS 3.5+). Less is more.
The big talking point was ABK beer, seemingly the official Oktoberfest (UK) beer, and presumably laid on just for Cooking Lager, who wasn’t there.
Four hours in, four halves sunk. All very sensible so far….