The Little Green Dragon was the first in a run of frankly wonderful pubs I couldn’t have dreamt of as the sun set on the Wednesday before my drive to Bath on Thursday morning (feels about 3 years ago now).
Finding my free parking space on the edge of Bath that wasn’t on a 1:5 incline was a little harder than last time, but I persevered. You won’t find that place on Parkopedia.
4 hours 18, says Bing Maps for that trip, but worth it to complete the Bath GBG entries and test the Draught Bass at the legendary Star (in time, in time).
The equally legendary Stafford Paul had a more ambitious agenda in mind;
I made the Old Green Tree just as a mystery brewery delivered Paul’s supply of Grapefruit DIPA.
Weirdly, the barrels have the same design on the side as this 1980 post-punk classic from Wah! Heat.
The lobby is worth a Top 100 entry in its own right.
And business was already picking up at 11.35.
In the absence of Otter or Bass, there’s only one choice for BBB hardcore fans.
Paul, aka the Stafford Smiler had beaten me in, and was hiding in the back bar. He’d also gone for the Butcombe, What a #PubMan.
A fantastic natural foamy head on a classic pint (NBSS 4) rarely found in this good a condition.
The only time I’d been in this room before was on a Saturday afternoon when a clearly gorgeous pub was overrun by tourists. At a more civil hour, with bench seating, warming fire, fresh flowers and a top landlord desperate to take a group photo of us, it was Pub Heaven.
We considered the Proper Pub lunch, but it’s important to drink on an empty stomach on trips like this, and also I had free cheese and wine to come at the Z Hotel.
We were joined by Jon (of Bass braces fame), who rather scandalously went straight for the Pitchfork,which I last saw (in Bungay, fact fans) in 2005.
Paul notably slowed up, and a quick look at his hipster strapless Proper Watch told us it was time to go.
The place was packed at noon.