First things first. Is that Big Ron ? LifeAfterFootball will know.
You left us in the Alex. The Lantern, the sister pub (of course !) was next door. Some CAMRA branches would have called for a taxi. We only vacated the Alex as we’d solved the B****t debate.
We entered to the sound of Sinatra, which even Charles recognised.
Like nearly every other building in central Halifax, the Lantern is a music venue, running from the cutting-edge American of Tiffany (book now !),
to a DJ set from Idles.
No doubt Idles will have a set chock-a-block full of bangers from Martika, Belinda C and Betty Boo. We can dream.
There’s a pleasing mix of proper seating and high tables,
and some beers you’ve heard of too.
I went straight for the Bristol , Charles humiliated me by asking for tasters of Cwrw Ial.
He wasn’t joking. It was foul, dunno why. Odd that, as the Optimist was superb (NBSS 3.5), as was the Breakfast Stout we succumbed to later.
The strains of Louis Armstrong signalled the arrival of Chris Dyson, and things went a bit hazy after that (not murky, hazy). All I’ll say is, Chris is great company.
I recall a daschund, and I distinctly remember the door to the Gents playing the opening bars to “Three Little Birds” when you opened it. Really, Chris and Charles both went and checked.
If the Lantern was in Cambridge, it would be the Blue Moon, it’s that good.
Anyway, time for some trad.