There you go, a literal title perfectly evidenced by the photo. Don’t see that very often.
Hands up who can place Westhoughton on the map ?
Feels like a Wigan town, but it’s very Bolton (Francis Lee was born there), and there’s no way you’ll forget you’ve just left the South.
Holt pub, mobility scooter, red brick. The full set.
I was only here two years ago, for breakfast, but I still made sure the pretty cottage in Victoria Street hadn’t been converted into a micro pub.
And I took a peek in the indoor market for artisan sourdough, without success.
But it’s on the up, even if the only pedestrian traffic is older than me (and that’s old).
This is the mushroom chocolate on offer in the Provenance restaurant. Take that, Hackney Wick.
The Beer School was here in late 2016, so I should have done it then.
But then I wouldn’t have had the Cloudwater on cask that they’re proudly serving.
I was bit surprised to see it in a Lancashire market town, being brutally honest. But then Cloudwater have picked the outlets they trust to serve it and sell it. When you charge premium prices you need to know that most pints of your beer will win the cask lottery, not just the thirds you flog near Piccadilly.
The barman was effusive in his enthusiasm, and the Brown Ale was certainly beautifully presented; a cool, rich NBSS 3.5+.
“A micro pub decked out to look like a school” says WhatPub, putting BRAPA and me off immediately, but it’s not that naff.
Not the seating of my dreams, but the chat at the bar was great, and only interrupted when the Cloudwater Command Control turned up in their van to carry out a cask audit.
I’m sure they passed.