Two instant bits of feedback on the Ilkeston post have revealed that
a) The Prince of Wales used to be The Poacher, which I’d already been to.
b) Ilkeston Station is so new (April 2017) I may have been the first paying customer to use it !
Thanks to Mark and Anonymous, my new favourite commentator.
I had 15 minutes before the train, having finally found the footbridge over the A6007.
15 minutes isn’t long to savour a beer, let alone a pub. And if I missed this train I was faced with three Flat Whites in the Spoons or else joining the joggers.
But how could you pass the Dewdrop, beautifully tucked away in the industrial quarter, or whatever the hipsters call it.
Looks even better from the other side (top). You can see the fug I mentioned last time.
Fifteen years ago the Dewdrop had a formidable reputation for its Bass, and would have been in my Top 100 if computers (or pens and paper in the case of Ilkeston) had been invented back in 2003.
In and out of the GBG since then, and dropping the Draught Bass, but my revisit will be hard to top in March (unless Aberdeen has thrown up a Brunning and Price, of course).
The pub lighting makes it look like 1953, a more enlightened time before knocking-through of pub rooms and Ed Sheeran.
Bar, lounge, snug, lobby. How do you choose ?
Go for the one with the jukebox (the Public in this case). And the weird picture of an unidentifiable star. Either Dylan or Terry Hall, I thought.
If anything it was more wonderous than I remembered.
Which is apt, as the jukebox spluttered out “Wonderous Stories“. Jon Anderson never sounded so tinny, but Mudgie would not have minded one jot.
With a superb half of Abbeydale Moonshine (NBSS 3.5/4) almost making up for the absence of Bass and “Get ya hands in our baps* the bap-based banter of the week, it was pub heaven, it really was. Perhaps a dozen in, mainly in the snug.
I felt terrible having to neck it and race for the train. Simon will do it justice. They might be playing “Freebird” by then.
“Thanks Darling” someone shouted. What’s wrong with M’duck ?
Oh, the train was late after all that. I could have stayed for a pint.
*Black pudding filling