Good news for those of you bored of street art, cheap hotels and mushroom benedict, as the next few posts stick to pubs.
Perhaps my Navigator should mark the rhubarb fields for which the area is allegedly famous, but of course all the rhubarb is now in brewing vessels in Bermondsey.
Alverthorpe is famed, by the 6.5 folk who visit Beer Guide pubs anyway, as home of the excellent Working Mens Club that keeps us on our toes by alternating between the village name and Wakefield in the GBG listings.
Locally, it’s known as the place that n-n-n-nervous 19 year old practise their manoeuvring. I’ve never seen so many L-plates.
And now, Alverthorpe has more entries than Straford-upon-Avon in the Guide.
The New Albion is spick and span, hanging baskets, lacking the usual pub clutter; where has it been all this time ?
Serving good beer and showing football on TV in a Proper Pub, if I read Facebook right.
If you come from Leicestershire, you wouldn’t believe it was an Everards pub.
On different levels, with an Adults Only area up several flights of stairs, and bench seating at the bar.
No food, but open all day, every day for those 354 days that Connoisseur Tasting Rooms are shut.
So of course I’m the only one in. All the gentlefolk are down the road in the Greene King diner; such is life. It’ll be packed when Si gets there.
TWO (count ’em) paper clips on the bar, and an exciting announcement in the middle.
I ask for a half of the Lees. “That’s gone, we’ve got the Manchester“. Yes, that’s what happens when you rebrand the beers you’re famous for. I consider mansplaining the connection between John Willie and Lees but stop short.
It’s a top half. Cool, rich and velvety (NBSS 3.5+). If honest, better than the Bitter in the Lees own pub. But Wakefield is a reliable drinking
Pop pickers will be delighted to learn of a soundtrack ranging from Wings to Sophie B Hawkins, quite modern for Wakefield.
Pub purists will delight at the Bavarian drinking vessels and ancient toy dispenser, as did I.
The barperson was a gem, and made up for the lack of Old Boy banter by letting me in on the pub drama (goodness knows what she’ll reveal to BRAPA).
“Carly’s* been nicking my coffee again !”
Yorkshire police have nothing better to do than investigate rhubarb bothering so I expect they’ll have installed surveillance outside the pub by now.
*Names have been left unchanged so the guilty party feels the intense humiliation they warrant.