Well, I can wait no longer for BeerMat to claim the scoop. Here’s the evidence that Coalville has one of the world’s great basic pubs. And it may be on that silly National Heritage Inventory, but you’ve never heard of it (prove me wrong).
I very nearly didn’t make it to meet BeerMat there at 1pm, being distracted by the earth-shattering news from The Engineer;
And then tempted by a hedonist haircut (slightly outside my £5 budget).
In fact, I did wonder if I was missing a potential pre-emptive in Bitter & Twisted, but not only was it not open (of course) but it looked very much like the social club style micro I so enjoyed in Cinderford.
The Stamford (etc) is as pubby as pubs get.
Lounge to the left (closed), public to the right packed with a dozen Professional Drinkers, and a be-vested (?) landlord
“Are you who I think you are ?” – better than “Whadya want ?” I guess.
“Who do you think I am ?”
“Oh, you’re not then“.
He was keen to tell me his Pedigree was a bit “hazy”.
“Hazy ? Would you drink it then ?” said I, in wide-eyed innocence.
“Oh, yeah” chipped in the locals “best Pedigree anywhere“.
I’ll be the judge of that. I let him pour me a pint, and looked around.
Now, those of a nervous disposition should probably skip the next photo.
It was very cheery, a Proper Pub of the first order, and not dissimilar to the Wheatsheaf in (coincidentally) Wolverhampton.
The Pedi was indeed a bit hazy, just like the best cask, but quite stunningly intense (NBSS 3.5).
BeerMat turned up, and amazingly recognised me from my reflection in a Bass mirror in Falmouth. Either that or I was the only bloke who didn’t look like he’d been in there since 9am.
We admired the vest, the furniture, the WHS bag. It was, BeerMat noted, very BRAPA.
The banter mainly concerned vegan cuisine.
“It’s just wet lettuce. Bl***y wet lettuce”
A chap came in and took the coat off Sog’s peg.
“Are you Sog then ?” I asked. I didn’t understand a word of the reply.