The quality of cask beer is under the spotlight again, with Martyn Cornell and Pub Curmudgeon both hitting the nail on the head in recent posts. Beer served too early, kept on the bar for too long, with too many lines to guarantee fresh beer. Particularly this summer.
Martyn finishes his article by reminding us of this truth;
CAMRA members should STFU about how awful Doom Bar is.
Read the threads on CAMRA Discourse (no, don’t) and hear folk tell you they could never score Doom Bar higher than a 2 as it’s inherently rubbish beer.
Tell ’em, Brad.
“There’s nowt such thing as bad beer, it’s just they that keep it that spoil it” – Brad, The Furnace
And Doom Bar is capable of being an exceptional pint in the hands of someone who cares. Like in the Eclipse in Winchester this year.
Since then I’ve had superb beer from Banks’s, Wadworth, Greene King, Bass, and Sharp’s. All those nasty boring Big Beer Brewers that folk on Discourse say can never be as excellent as beer made by the “independents“.
Well. they’re wrong. Here’s more evidence for the Doom Bar defence. From Sawbridgeworth.
It’s a posh commuter town between Harlow and Bishops Stortford, the Bramhall of the South if you like.
A town hitherto known for the multi-tap Gate, itself edged out in favour of the one pump Bull. What’s going on ?
When I arrived it was raining. But the Bull looked inviting, and opened at 11.
Well, actually it was shut at 11.30, despite all evidence to the contrary. But the Landlord (John) took pity and let me in anyway.
It’s a cracker. Mr Protz would love it.
You can rely on a West Ham pub that doesn’t accept cards.
OK, some may find it a bit cluttered, but that never bothered the Yew Tree in Cauldon, to name but one gem.
Actually, it’s nothing like the Yew Tree, but I struggle to come up with a genuine comparison. Bet it’s something else when it’s full.
Instead, I had an assault on the senses from Detroit Spinners v Bargain Hunt v Racing UK. It was quite entertaining.
So was the bar. Just one ale, London Pride, is promised in the Guide. The glasses have been retained, but it’s Doom Bar or Stella now.
Some CAMRA branches write with pride (no pun) about crawls where they pop there head round the door, see “dull beers” and walk out.
I’ve no idea why they’ve switched from Pride to Doom. But I’m glad they have. It was magnificent (first out of the pumps but pulled through). Cool, rich and complex, unlike any Doom I’ve had before.
As Pub Curmudgeon noted, the best kept beers make you
“turn to your drinking companion and say “Taste this! This is what cask’s all about!” “
Sadly I had no-one to turn to, not even a pub cat. So I told the Landlord on the way out. He shrugged.