Seems I ruffled some feathers by suggesting that Mapplewell was Posh Barnsley, with its £10 burgers, £12 haircuts and pashmina subculture. Clearly only our very own Pauline can definitively call this result, and I’ll be crowdfunding for her to survey the Old Bakery on our behalf.
This is a another classy micro bar, some way from the Herne mould. Proper tables, Happy Hours, Prosecco, gins, fresh flowers and as many ladies as men. More licensed café than pub, but anything that produces a mixed crowd is fine by me. As long as they don’t offer me tasters.
Loads of cushions.
Paul Weller and Fleetwood Mac the soundtrack to a classy place that was experiencing a bit of a stand-off at the bar.
Anyone who’s read this blog for more than a month will recognise the breweries, always a good thing. I went for Belgian Blue, the Citra of South Yorkshire.
The first three pints pulled were Veltins, a posh Fosters and Aspalls, a posh White Lightning. Then the gentlefolk piled in.
“Large glass of white and I dare say he’ll have a pint of Belgian Blue” signalling to hubby at the door.
There you go. As the chap at Elsecar told me, the Blue is ubiquitous. Could it be the next Plum Porter ?
Dunno, but it’s good to see a few new local cask beers challenging The Usual. I left before Happy Hour kicked off, and headed back to Darton.