Yes, when in Tamworth, it is obligatory to reference Julian Cope, whose views on micro pubs are eagerly anticipated.
Last time here I celebrated the joys of the parish church in an Emergency Guide to Tamworth that is still handed out to all UK visitors on arrival at Dover. This time I bring the alternate glories of the award winning TIC,
and the perfect symmetry of the row of tower blocks on the way back into town from the west.
Oh, and some castle I’ve STILL never been in (you have to pay to see old stuff).
I saved my pennies for the Tamworth Tap, which almost makes up internally for its dull outward face.
Oak beams, upstairs gin rooms, views in the garden to the castle. It’s a classy set-up and folk have clearly dressed up on a Sunday afternoon to come out and drink bottles of Peroni with a lime in them.
There’s two sorts of small pub; the one run by middle-aged blokes for middle-aged blokes sitting round the wall drinking pale beers from the barrel.
And the wave of proper bars like the Tollgate Tap in Ashby and this one, that welcome all and want you to have your birthday here with a gin tasting session. I know which one Mrs RM prefers.
If it sells its homebrew here I didn’t see it, possibly just as well when it would be competing with beers you’ve heard of.
“Stuck in the middle with you” and “Last train to Clarksville” the entertainment on a civilised Sunday with notably more folk about than in, say, Newbury or Ely.
Folk with pashminas came in, saw me taking a table for four with my pleasing half, and glowered at me.
Let me tell you, the upstairs is the place to escape folk.
But I’m afraid to say I never went on George’s whopper.