The Prince of Wales has been near the top of my “Must-Do” list for years; it’s one of the few classic UK pubs I’ve somehow missed, along with Devon’s Crewe Arms (what !) and Lord of the Isles at Renfrew’s indoor ski slope.
How exciting to do it on a gray December night the day before my birthday, after a journey from Barrow on a train that would have been laughed at as antiquated in Romania.
I knew it was a famous beer house, but was it a “Proper Pub” ?
A bit overwhelming, with all its gin boards, mead boards, bottle boards….
But never mind all that. What an atmosphere ! Real people, a real boozer. The Olde Vic is Stockport is the best comparison I can give, although the Cow & Calf (RIP) in Cambridge would be a fair bet as well. And I reckon I saw 50 pints pulled the half hour I was there.
A local (well, from Broughton) easing into a night in Ulv, made space at the bar. Of course, he had to have lived in Cambridge (well, Cherry Hinton), didn’t he ?
I ordered the Cloudwater ESB, scarily cheap, and a crystal clear pint appeared before me.
It tasted pretty good, if drinking rather less than the purported 5.5%.
“Oi, that’s my pint you’re drinking” said the legendary Landlord. I was halfway through his Townhouse, which made rather more sense.
So I had that as well as the ESB, which arrived shortly after. And was nectar (NBSS 4.5). Easy to see why they get the Cloudwater gig.
I guess you can guess where this story is going. No, not the piano.
Just as well someone remembered Foxfield is a request stop.