At the “Official Amber Valley Pub Tickers Convention” yesterday I was discussing with BRAPA the signs of a good pub while comparing notes on Whitley Bay with Mark, who had kindly foregone his train ticking weekend to join us in his local pubs.
“Dire Straits is always the sign of a good pub” said Si, definitively. Don’t argue, you know he’s right.
But I suspect that “Seasons in the Sun” comes a close third.
It must have been a boring looking Greene King exterior as there’s no photos. So here’s one from the pub website.
It seemed to be up to let, as Charles noted a “For Sale” sign held up by an apron which missed, disappointingly.
A civilised low-key Greene King pub, with most tables set for an invisible food trade and high tables at the bar. And the inevitable “New Menu coming soon“.
No craft here, and hurrah ! for that, eh ?
On the upside, literally, some of the highest ceilings in any pub in Britain, presumably because the
yokels locals are giants.
But that’s the (mildly) bad stuff. To Let or not, this was a well-run, vibrant, with a barmaid who understood Charles’s weird sense of humour (See also: Musselburgh)
We remained unconvinced by the coffee cake and IPA matching evening, though.
“Very popular with the younger generation in the evenings” says WhatPub, in that way you’re unsure is approving or despairing.
Perhaps they’re all members of the Terry Jacks fan club, just as Bristolians visit a certain pub that just plays “Africa” all night.
They’re probably not here for a decent foamy IPA (NBSS 3) which is exactly as I expected.
Not quite a great pint, or a great pub, but more than good enough to drag Dereham folk away from
Countdown counting their toes on a Tuesday night.
Sometimes, a cheery welcome is all it needs to get folk to a pub.
NB Sadly, no pics of curry from Spice Fusion, one of the most reliable places for a dhansak anywhere. But there is is food porn later.