On the Friday I headed to Sheffield to pick up James from Uni. It’s good to see him, but his return has slowed down our internet speed somewhat.
On the way, a tick in the beer centre of the Yorkshire world.
Elsecar looks great on the wall from the station. I’d call it “posh Barnsley” but Penistone would complain.
The new Guide entry is called Maison du Biere, so it’s only right Elsecar has gone all French with TdF and trendy cafes.
There’s four pubs in a row that have been in the Guide, perhaps a record. Duncan will know.
The Market wins for its Bass livery.
Elsecar Heritage Centre is an undiscovered joy, drawing in cricklies and school children to admire steam trains and antiques.
But the Maison du Biere comes as a bit of a shock; this is cream tea land.
Clearly it’s a offie with sit-down option, and I prepare to hate its presence in the Guide.
Particularly when there’s no hand pumps. Just a wall of keg.
But do I care ? It’s all beer. And Mr Beer guides me to a low ABV beer that’s strangely wonderful, cask or not.
I don’t think we’ll be planning a Beer & Pubs crawl here though.
Music from Duran Duran and Simple Minds, which is odder than you’d think.
Mr Beer may or may not pick the music, but he knows his beer.
“Everyone who comes here buys Belgian Blue” .
That’s Bradfields finest, the surprise hit of the festive season.
Brad would be appalled. Possibly.