I ought to colour code these posts so you can dip in and out more selectively.
- Green for your Complete Tourist Guide (e.g. to Nuneaton)
- Yellow for reflections on changing underpass art or shopfronts (e.g. in Stoke)
- Blue for Pub Cats
- Red for Draught Bass (obvs)
- Orange for a quick dip into a plain old pub
- Black (for death of pubs) for a micro
After a twenty minute stroll from the station past solid boozers I guess I was expecting the Function Room to be a café bar type thing, particularly with “Pub. Kitchen” emblazoned on the scaffolding-scarred walls.
How wrong I was. A Social Club in all but name, the food is just Sunday lunches (rag pudding and treacle) and there’s some serious Professional drinking here.
And beers that you’ve heard of. Lees and Unicorn the beers I saw, and I wasn’t interrupting the bar flies to find out if they really stretched to Worsthorne.
On the day that one of our most respected newspapers (they’re all garbage) berates the £22.50 pint,
it’s opportune I tell you I got this gorgeous Unicorn (NBSS 3/3.5) for £2.60 a pint. That wouldn’t buy you a pound of faggots in Darwen Market.
Shame the seating is such a mess, but at least it is seating, and it gives you a great view of Phil Thompson going “Oooh !” and the waistcoat choices of the family group.
A no-nonsense place, with no-nonsense film posters in the Gents.
Only a Lancastrian will understand the strange messages carved on the wall in 1887.
*I’m joking. I’ve never seen a James Bond film in my life. Or Star Wars. Or Game of Trolls. Or whatever.