These set of posts from Bath wouldn’t be complete without a picture of Father Christmas riding JoJo the Unicorn in a craft beer bar. Note the care taken in the composition of this photo, the austere Primark bag offsetting the glasses of Mango IPA and Mme Benger’s rainbow hat (competition for Jon’s Bass braces).
Brewed Boy is so new I couldn’t even find it on Bing Maps, and having noticed it a month ago I missed it this time, but the Bengers are Bath experts. “It’s near the Do Dah sign” someone may have said.
You can see why Stafford Paul had begged us to make a detour here ! You don’t get proper beer like this in the Picture House.
No cask, so no pre-emptive tick, but the Brewski Mango IPA was spectacular. I may have had more, but I don’t think Paul was making notes. If someone had the 10.5% Mint Imperial Stout, it wasn’t me (or Mrs RM).
I don’t think the traditional pub interior was going down too well after the Star.
It would have been a flying stop, but we bumped into a couple of lovely people from the Greek island of Paros, taking a break from running the Marina Café.
Great company, and a real insight into life in Greece. They may well have sold their island to me (not literally), and not just because of their gold leaf burgers.
We left before Paul succumbed to the call of the Bone Machine Fruited Sour.