It was two weeks ago I sampled the Bass from the jug in the Star, during which time you’ve had 30 new posts (oh !), and I still can’t get the magical taste of flat Bass out of my head.
I’m back in Bristol tomorrow and highly tempted to change travel plans (from Newport), which surely means it deserves its own NBSS score.
I’d been here a couple of times a decade or so ago, and enjoyed the music and the Bass, but not THAT much. On a Thursday lunchtime, like the OGT, it was quite wonderful. Perhaps it’s the spirit of the Christmas markets rubbing off ?
Paul commandeered the tables, where we met up with a mate of Jon*, a local from up the hill. He was on the Bellringer; what did he know about the Bass ?
“Three pints of Bass please. Will you, er, pour them from the jug ?”
Our expert barmaid knew exactly what I meant (top), and poured some perfect pints via handpump and glass jug. I’ll let you beer bores debate the pointlessness or otherwise of this theatre.
See how the pint clears in the glass (I still made sure I had the third one poured, mind).
The only way you can improve on flat Bass is with scratchings, of course. The only food seemed to be cheese and onion cobs, as you’d expect.
It was pure magic, a Bass for the ages (NBSS 4.5). As good as the Dead Poets or Black Lion, anyway.
Inspired by the example of Her Majesty, I bought a second pint, as good as the first. Look how well it goes against the emergency Primark bag, supplied by Jon’s better half and containing an emergency jumper. There’s a whole Half Man Half Biscuit song in there somewhere.
My notes tail off after “Scratching cheddar”, “Autovac drip trays” and “Man explaining Hogarth to bewildered barmaid”, which is more M.E. Smith.
At 2pm the place had a quiet buzz, probably attributable to four pints in two hours, and I set off for some exploration before last orders.
At the bar, a nice man from the pub attempted to engage me in sensible conversation. I’m sorry if he failed.
Just pub heaven, and straight into my Top 10, if such a thing exists. I even bought the T-Shirt.
*My note say “Andrew weird” – I hope that wasn’t his actual name.