Sorry, sorry, sorry. Couldn’t resist it. At least I didn’t try and fit “Wonderwall” in the title.
Next stop, last stop before the inevitable Chinese takeaway, is the remaining GBG newbie within the M60.
I was getting a bit fed of walking in the Manchester rain by this time, and still had an hour back to my hotel, where WiFi would once again be a letdown.
But I’d never been to Burnage before, which says something of its Beer Guide heritage. In fact, it looked a bit under-pubbed for a Manc suburb famous for the Gallaghers.
The walk from Didsbury is pleasantly autumnal, but I was pleased to get there, bang by the station I could have reached by train in six minutes. And bang on the Stockport boundary.
I know it looks like a *****, but it feels like a beer bar, with interesting keg and cans. If I was lazy I’d compare it to Heaton Hops, and I am lazy.
Despite being a bit bare boards stylistically, it was also a classy operation, the sort of Leeds bar that Coldwell bloke raves over.
Blokes seated at the bar, woodchip, keg walls. I can see that not all Stockport’s venerable drinkers will warm to this one.
But I did, for at least 5 reasons;
- Proper friendly service.
- Superior soundtrack including Dylan’s “Lay Lady Lay” and Talking Heads
- A thick, straight class perfect for pints.
- The best beer of a long day. Pomona’s Session IPA an NBSS 4.5 shoe-in.
- High quality discussions on the superiority of Palestinian hummus, Gill Scott Heron’s legacy, and autism.
The sort of intellectual discussions I didn’t expect in Burnage. Shame on me.
A cracker of a pub.
NB You may be wondering why I didn’t pop in and see Pub Curmudgeon to share a growler of Mikkeller sour from his private collection.
But tickers need to be focused on the task ahead. And I was completely lost when my battery died again.
FOOTNOTE: I also passed a new beer bar in Heaton Moor. To see how “smaller” bars are taking over the world (well, Manchester), see Boozy Procastinator’s definitive post here.