The Crown came into view just as a light drizzle descended on Lime Street Station, overlooked but not overshadowed by the ongoing building works behind it.
What a wonderful pub to step into on a drab Sunday morning.
Inside, Stafford’s Paul Mudge seemed mildly surprised to see me nearly on time.
He hadn’t even finished his mid-morning snack.
I was meeting Paul in the Pool as much to present the coveted “Pub Man of the Year” award as to tick a few new micro pubs, though sadly I’d been unable to retrieve the trophy off the previous holder.
A quick look round the pub revealed little loyalty to the cask.
Paul was on the Landlord, but, following the lead of Stockport’s finest,
I felt obliged to go for the Pride before you-know-what happens*.
I could have had one of those weird guest beers if I’d looked right, and not been dazzled by the beauty of the ceiling.
Over a pint of Pride that wasn’t drinking well, but not that well (NBSS 3) Paul showed me his itinerary for the local CAMRA branch trip yesterday.
Note the Crown isn’t on it. Or the Phil. I guess Liverpool is so regular a day trip round here you can afford to be choosy.
There are people who would travel 2,000 miles for pubs as beautiful as this.
*Spoiler – nothing will happen, except London will continue to drink Peroni instead.