Another day, another micro pub to subtly change my view on micro pubs. At least in the North*.
Simon is best placed to tell us if micros deserve to be thought of as Proper Pubs (PP). The new BRAPA regime sees him spending a whole week living with the sole other customer to get under the skin of the place. Sometimes 27.5 minutes just isn’t enough.
But that’s because everyone was in the pubs. It’s a well-pubbed town, including multiple golf, Coronation and “Harlequin” clubs.
And like the Windmill, its GBG neighbour, the Old Vault has that famous Greater Donny welcome (“Ay Up“) which gives me the confidence to ask the bloke at the bar what I should have, which is shorthand for “What you drinking mate ?”.
“Go for the stout, it’s banging” I know someone who would have said it was a mild, but I’m no beer bore.
“Would you like a taster ?” said the impossibly cheery barmaid.
“A pint’s a taster !” I said, to universal acclaim, except from the barmaid.
White Rose Raven was cool, rich and complex. A beer of the year contender (NBSS 4.5).
A cheery place, with lots of comings and goings for fag breaks, reminding me of the Stumble, the community micro in Scarborough.
Of course, the lager and laughter would horrify the micro purists of North Kent, which will worry the good folk of Thorne not one bit.
*Stoke and above but not Cheshire.