One of the joys of the Beer Guide, if we ever see it again, is the variety of places you get to visit. Basic boozers, gastropubs, brewery taps, places that don’t like opening at all.
Loads of Wetherspoons and Ember Inns across the country, but only a few of the main family diners. A Brewers Fayre in Glenrothes here, a Hungry Horse in Spalding or Nelson there, and now a Sizzling Pub & Grill in the unfashionable suburbs of Blackpool.
Nor quite sure how you’d place the Bay Horse, stuck between posh Poulton and, er, feisty Fleetwood. Anyway, another half hour walk from Cleveleys tram station, through what passes for suburbia.
Never been in a Sizzling before, so naturally very excited, particularly when there’s a moat to cross. Perhaps the only moat in the Beer Guide ?
Well, you can see why it’s in the Guide with such a craft-tastic beer range, can’t you ?
Right up my street, of course. And decent service as well. £2.90 a pint can’t harm trade either,and these places often attract the mature trade that goes “Oooh, Black Sheep, don’t see that very often“. These pubs do as much real ale trade as in the hole of Fife between October and March, and I applaud their dull ranges.
Apart from the jam jars, there’s no attempt at all to be pubby. Why should they ? You come here for chips. And to admire the toilet fonts.
And if you’re aged 3, 5 or 53, attempt to snatch Mr Incredible. I failed.
The Black Sheep was fine, but dull, and the tables were a bit too big, and the drama had all been used up on BRAPA’s visit the week before. So I left it and I walked out.
Then I thought “What a waste”, and walked in again, and finished it off. That five minute break made all the difference to the taste just like in Aberdare. I might be on to something here.