“If in doubt, copy Pubmeister“. Except the moths thing, of course. If you want to skip the next post or two, just go straight to Duncan’s Capital craft crawl here.
But I had a gig at the Shacklewell Arms, a song in my heart from the 3rd Allo Darlin LP, and some craft beer emporiums to visit.
It’s an odd thing that while the City mostly sleeps at weekends, meaning I miss out on the Japanese Beer & Buns place Duncan raves about, the area from Liverpool Street to Hoxton is about as manic as London gets.
It’s no place to stop and linger with a camera, but I stop and linger to record the best bits, just for you. And to annoy North Londoners who were queueing for Tecnotronic-themed doughnuts.
No actual ticks, but at least one pub that might get in a future GBG, probably listed under N1 Doughnutville, the N1 Old St, then N1 Shoreditch to confuse us.
I’m already struggling to differentiate the Craft Beer Cos from the Casks from the Draft Houses and the Antics.
The distinguishing feature of the Crafts seems to be
a house beer below £4 a well-known brand for £4.55,
that turns out to be coolish and foamy, if lacking the highest level of freshness,
a tightly packed bar with everyone standing up,
and enough Bass brewerania to ensure old blokes like me can’t dislike it too much.
There’s a lot more Rothaus and craft keg lager being drunk than cask, but I’m pleased to see it so busy. Their outlets in Limehouse and Angel weren’t as busy.
I popped to the “garden”, a polite term for smoking shelter.
Smoke apart, it’s quite pleasant, admiring the Worthington signs and N1 art.
But my presence is an annoyance to two doing something unspeakable* in the corner, so I sink my pint and head into Shoreditch, suddenly enbravened, but worried I still have three hours till my gig.
*Listening to tinny New Country, probably Ward Thomas.