The posts keep coming, but the beer dried up for me.
After the usual IKEA drama (dropped cushion cover or something), I bravely volunteered to let Mrs RM do the tasting while I did the note-taking. Being a self-taught beer smellier, I know how to score a beer purely by sniffing it.
The next new micro (there’s 377 of them in Nottinghamshire alone) was only nineteen minutes walk away in DH Lawrence land. I was last here for a robust FA Cup 1st round tie against Brackley a decade ago that owed nothing to DH except the mud wrestling.
But if you think Mrs RM was walking in the bitter Notts cold you’re mistaken.
Now, I feel you may have seen places like the Tap & Growler before on BRAPA, Pubmeister and this blog…
But it looked cosy and inviting on the last day you’re allowed to have Xmas decorations up before the Men In Suits come round, and we noted an absence of high tables too.
I saw some intriguing cordial in ornate glass bottles behind the bar, and asked for a lime juice. A glass of that AND a half of the grapefruit murk was £1.60.
“Ooh, I don’t charge for cordials“. Tom Irvin would be impressed.
Take a look at those sample bottles (I assume that’s what they are). Tom would be aghast.
“Oooh, that’s nice” said our hazy beer expert, “Is it strong ?”.
I had the dregs while Mrs RM searched for graffiti in the Ladies.
It was lovely beer.
Good beer, free cordial, cheery folk, seating that means Mrs RM’s feet touched the floor.
In fact, the only thing I can say against it is that it’s so small we thought we were sitting on other people’s laps. Perhaps that’s the next big thing.