I see I’ve almost used this title before, but so what ? There’s not much that rhymes with Hanley. Or Stoke.
Before the pedants start, Hanley isn’t Stoke, but it is the “entertainment” centre for the Potteries, apparently.
For a start you’ve got the Reardon Club (aka Victoria) with its Wheeltappers vibe and Bass. And some great art.
I took a quick peek at the venerable Coachmakers, one of my favourite pubs a decade ago with cosy rooms and dedication to Bass.
Reprieved from demolition, but in 2018 it’s just closed on Thursday afternoons. Whatever happened to afternoon drinking.
Last time here I admired the new Smithfield office complex (am all heart), this time I give you the Town Hall.
I half-heartedly compared Piccaddilly, the trendy street, to Oldham Street and expected cheap rents to see more indie start-ups. What’s happened in 30 months ?
Completely unfair to compare a wet Thursday afternoon in Hanley to a Friday night in Manchester, of course.
Well, we have this from my near namesake.
But for now the Guide welcome BottleCraft, as inevitable an entry as an argument about Baps V Cobs V Rolls on this blog.
Just one other customer, but what a cheery place.
And only one beer on cask (hurrah !), in contrast to that Derby Spoons.
And no half-pints. So just a third of that Blackjack for £1.10 (saving myself for Manc Beer Fest).
“Cheers fella !” . Don’t the Hanley youth know it’s “M’duck” (Council bylaw 38 Para 17)
A really good, rich third (NBSS 3.5), if there can be such a thing as a good third. If I ever drag Mrs RM back up here for the Toilet Museum in Fenton she’d go mad for the craft keg. I suspect she’s exactly their target audience.
No match for the Craft Central that is Newcastle-under-Lyme these days, of course, but that joy will have to wait until the Premier Inn comes down a few quid. Then I can use that “Weller, Weller, Weller” line I’ve been saving for years.