A couple of short posts praising London (calm down !, calm down !), and then I’ll give you my review of GBG19, featuring bits nicked off BRAPA’s post last night.
Amongst the GBG ticking fraternity*, we use the word “professional drinking” to indicate sensible quaffing that maximises ticks without busting the Government limits (the Spanish ones, anyway). As opposed to amateur drinking at York Beer Festival or in Sarajevo, for instance.
My own exemplar unprofessional drinking came 13 minutes later after a bumble through Covent Garden punctuated by stops to admire the scenery.
Just as there’s few new Guide entries outside the Spoons/Brewhouse/Craft chains in the City, so central London seems to plod on with the chosen regulars, making cross-checking between GBGs simple but dull.
Even this Craft Beer Co at the start of High Holborn used to be a Proper Pub called Rudy’s Revenge or something.
This one seems even smaller than the Charlotte, but boasts** London’s largest selection of craft. I counted 29 (twenty-nine) keg taps and 11 cask pumps. Perhaps that’s why it’s taken four years to break into the Guide.
But I’ve always had good cask in their pubs, even if they seem to favour Siren a bit. So I’ll have a half of..
Oh, what’s this ?
Yes, it’s that beer what won CAMRA Beer of the Year last month, pipping Doom Bar and Pedigree. The one I told you you’d never see in a pub near you.
I had a pint (£5.55), because beer tastes best in a pint glass. And because I wanted to see if the barman would caution me against drinking a 6.5% beer in pints. Perhaps he would have cautioned Mrs RM, and she’d have hit him.
I’m glad I had a pint; it slipped down as smoothly as a Plum Porter, which is a compliment (NBSS 3.5). I wouldn’t have had two, but I know someone who might.
Level 42 soundtrack, no mainstream lagers, 29 taps, interesting cask, tiny pub, half a dozen customers. Not sure how it works. But of course, you should never go in pubs midweek or before 6pm.
*£12.99 p.a. for a tie and pink pen, inititation ceremony is sipping a half of Tetley in a Sizzler pub out of season.
**Nothing to boast about, folks