On the way back from Rye with Paul we popped in two Sussex stragglers that reminded us how inconsistent “service” is in pubs these days.
Three Legs beers were on the bar at the Ypres Castle, but you know how I love a brewery tap on an industrial estate.
Their Tap is only open Thursday to Saturday, just to annoy visiting pub bloggers, but it does at least open decent hours from noon opening. With the English summer in full effect, there were more folk settled in than in some of the pubs in Rye.
First impressions count. Look how neat the handwriting is ! And how simple the beer descriptions. Hurrah !
And a welcome to match Jeff and team at the Castle, as were greeted like long-lost relatives (perhaps we were). “Welcome. How you doing ?” etc. etc. Simple but effective. They did offer to set up a tab, perhaps a first for me.
Of course, it would have been better for the blog if they’d said “Sorry Old Fellas, no Boring Brown Bitter” but they were just great advocates for their beers.
Outside on the benches (it was warm) a fair few folk had decided to leave work at lunchtime and enjoy beer and ’80s tunes.
“Don’t sit on the edge of the bench it’ll tip !” said one of them as I sat on the edge of the bench.
We got chatting. They tried to convince me that the track playing was Dexy’s Midnight Runners. It wasn’t; it was this one;
“Dexy’s Afternoon Joggers, more like !”. I promised I’d use that on my blog.
Lovely beer (says Paul), beautifully presented and the biggest bowl of free nuts since March (the place, not the month).
The other pub required an exciting diversion over the A21 at Hastings, veering dangerously close to Pashmina Pauline, apparently.
We were safe in the Plough in Crowhurst; it had a Harvey’s sign.
I asked for a half of Harvey’s Best.
One of the most annoying words to hear at the bar, along with “YES ?” and “£5.20”.
Paul couldn’t get to the bar with the bar flies blocking the pumps, which had homemade pumpclips rather than the brewery ones you might recognise from afar. Why ?
The beer was OK, the pub a bit sparse, the welcome a reminder that Old and Traditional pubs don’t always give the best service.