Unless you’re BRAPA, not ALL pubs are worth reporting.
I declined to tell you about one visit last week, despite bucolic setting, enthusiastic welcome, decent beer, and its status as local Pub of the Year. No doubt scholars will be debating which pub this was in 50 years time.
I debated long and hard with the RetiredMartin editorial committee and we decided to go with the Hungerford post. Mainly to maintain delicate relations between West Berks and Reading CAMRA branches. Though this post may not help.
Blame the drizzle for the dull photos.
In better weather I’d have walked the common and popped in the Downgate to tell you how disgraceful it was that a great Arkell’s pub wasn’t in the Guide. But it would have been closed anyway.
The Kennet and Avon still looked glorious.
So, how is the Hungerford Arms in the Guide ? (that’s a rhetorical question).
Clearly not for the sign.
Or the Locale beer range of Greene King, Greene King and Taylors, though that’s a proper beer range, mark my words.
So it’s obviously the craft keg range that gets it in the Guide.
Pleasant service, high tables and a repeat of the American football in one of the most joyously plain pubs I’ve entered this year.
Two customers approached the bar while I was there. One was selling, not buying. The other enquired about the Bells, which had gone. Pub life, eh ?
The Hen was a bit tired, oddly veering between decent and syrupy. Despite the presence of a plant pot on the table, I did at least finish it.
In fact, I considered adding a touch of chilli to my beer, in the interests of research. But given I can’t even distinguish between daffodils and gladioli, I sensed discretion was the better part of valour.
Anyhow, Bath next up. What could go wrong ?