All good things must come to an end, and so it is that I say goodbye to my Aston Villa supporting followers after that last post. Bye Steve.
Digbeth ended with a newbie recommended by Beer Mat, and an old classic.
Don’t judge the Ruin by its plush outdoor seating.
This was another favourite on the day, a modern bar attracting a cross-section of Brummie youth as well as the odd old codger.
The clocks show a spiritual bond between Digbeth, north Bristol and east Berlin, perhaps a little ambitious at present, but I like ambition.
“Shabby chic without the chic” said someone. “Stokes Croft without the ten handpumps and “Look at me” pretension“, thought I.
The guvnor (as they say in Stokes Croft, if not Digbeth) could not have been more enthusiastic about his bar and his beer.
If Ruin aims to join the Craft big league it probably needs a little more than Atlantic, Citra and Vedett on the “pours”. I suspect it’s just happy being very good. As an aside, the black coffee was classy, the best I’ve had in a pub. If something’s worth doing…
The Citra was cool, chewy, superb (NBSS 3.5+); though as Peter pointed out “It’s no Carling“.
Time for one more before kick-off. A pub beautifully captured by Peter Allen of Photo Digital Art fame.
Yet another slice of Brummie redbrick Victoriana, that could only be enhanced by the arrival of the legend that is Cooking Lager, fresh from doing something he called “work“. Despite not being a Spoons, Cookie seemed to like it as much as the codgers.
In the White Swan, Peter finally found his pint of golden joy.
Well Peter, you clearly enjoyed your Banked Lager, but it was the Banks’s Bitter that was the beer of the night, by a whisker*. I scored it NBSS 4, others would have agreed if they cared about scoring beers after 9 pints.
I can’t see many pubs with two Marston’s beers getting in the Guide in 2018, but if anywhere deserves it, it’s this place.
Then, it was off to seen the World in Motion as England powered to a World Cup final.
*A lot of work goes into this rubbish, you know.