I was going to mention my visit to the Crown Posada in the Newcastle posts, but they upset your Bass Loyalist with this tweet;
But there’s no point holding grudges, and we’ve just spent £40 on beer and chips in a Parisian Begian beer bar (Mrs RM is pissed), so let’s live and let live.
Just for a change, here’s the aerial shot.
The walk from Town Mouse down to Side (great name for a street) takes in some architecture that eclipses Paris.
Not sure why the Crown Posada is quite so revered, but it is a thing of simple beauty. I guess the Briton’s Protection or the Elm Tree would be Manchester or Cambridge equivalents, though it feels even more basic than those two.
My glasses were steamed up when I entered, but the barman showed rare patience.
“What you looking for, something light ?, something dark ?”
It was so much easier when the answer was “Bass, please“.
I just wanted the last beer pulled, which I guessed was Tyneside Blonde. Fair enough.
No football scarves, just blokes with pints and papers. Serious stuff.
A couple of Old Boys played dominoes, but I was definitely in the upper quartile age-wise. Most punters were in their late ’20s, as evidenced by the Led Zep soundtrack.
Bustling but not manic, with proper seats down to the loos.
Oddly reassuring to see so little change; just a relaxing place to sink a decent pint (NBSS 3/3.5). I’ll probably go back when I inevitably have to return for the two brewery taps.
Anyway, great pub. But bring back the Bass.