Strictly Pub No.6 (I’d missed 3, remember) was the Cardinal’s Hat, the oldest pub in town.
Strictly Pub No.6 (I’d missed 3, remember) was the Cardinal’s Hat, the oldest pub in town. But I’d heard rumours that new outlet the Oil Basin Brewhouse was a potential future GBG entry, and it’s important to get ahead of BRAPA these days.
So the Mudges and Mudgies and Coldwells went Trad (Richard needs his BBB) and a rebel group set off to
tick appreciate the arrival of craft in Worcester. If there’s an official investigation into desertion, it was Citra wot led it (sorry Mick).
Rather hidden in plain sight, the Oil Basin is tucked between the High Street and that lane with pork baps. 4pm opening for the micro feel, outside tables to convince you you’re in Morecambe or somewhere exotic.
We immediately warmed to a cosy place from the Middlesbrough Guide Book to Micros (priced at 3 parmos plus P&P), with random stickers, pianos and the weirdest playlist of the year. I recognised “Kayleigh“, but that was all. We suspected that Mudgie would have preferred “Script for a Jester’s Tear“, but we were wrong.
At the bar, I eschewed the Salopian in favour of the homebrew (oddly called Wintrip rather than Oil Basin), which was a terrible mistake.
Actually, it was OK, just a bit caramelly and, er, homebrewy.
“Should have had the craft keg” said someone. So we did. A 3% table beer from Burning Soul that was cool, complex and everything the cask wasn’t.
Next to us, a couple from Dunfermline on a campervan holiday were working through the beer list. I showed them my post on Dunfermline; I sense they’d have been more interested in my Tesco receipt.
We met up by the shop selling Prosecco for cats (top).
Our discredited agenda suggested a half in the King Charles II, but it would have ended in a pint of Robinsons cider.
And that would have been a very bad idea.