I’d been eagerly anticipating my own Amy Winehouse style “Back to Black”burn trip since the Guide came out (late), signalling a first new Guide entry since well before this blog started.
The closure of the main Thwaites (pronounced “Twits”) brewery this decade and a failure to grasp the craft nettle as robustly as Blackpool, Blackley or Blackedge has seen the town fall off the pub-ticking tourist trail. Darwen positively scoffs up the appropriately named A666 at its big brother.
Another Tandleman post to show you here, this one actually referred to on the official Wikipedia page !
And micros haven’t taken over the centre of town yet (they’re all nearer Burnley), though this building will make a great Brewhouse & Kitchen.
Blackburn seems smaller than you’d expect for a town that’s won the League and inspired “A Day In The Life“, but it’s actually not a great deal bigger than Bootle, which you’d never heard of till I showed you pictures of my breakfast.
Compact, spick and span, and with a wallpaper museum, appropriately a pop-up by the look of it.
I preferred this art piece near an old Matthew Brown pub.
Of course, the mark of a true northern town is a man dressed as a chicken.
A few signs of independent trade are popping up here and there, including our new micro.
Actually, the Drummer’s Arms is Proper Pub, and as the sign says it’s splendid. Proper seating, beer mats, history and quirky stuff.
“There you go my lovely” is what you want to hear, and I’ll forgive the handled jug for the Bank Top Dark as it was cool and chewy (NBSS 3+).
“Shoot that poison arrow through my heaeaaarrrt” sang woolly hat man at the bar, a better version than Martin Fry manages these days.
Make sure you attempt the stairs to the loo before your sixth pint of the day. And don’t confuse the handbasin for the urinal (or was it the other way round ?).
“Heart of Glass” followed the Eurythmics, “Woo-oo, oh oh” sang our crooner, seemingly upset by the lack of his favourite lager which I’ve written down as “rgubarn”.
It would take a heart of glass not to be moved by the beauty of the cathedral, the most underrated in England. Sometimes, simplicity is best,