Pub Curmudgeon kindly reminds me I’m slipping ever further behind, which is encouraging.
Even worse, after some over-celebration last night I’m in no frame of mind to write about the next extraordinary Buxton stop just yet.
So here’s the rather more straightforward Buxton Brewery Tap, a few yards round from the Crescent in Buxton’s craft corner.
This was the place where Stafford Paul was hoping to get away from all those nasty traditional bitters and have a schooner of Axe Edge or similar. He’d love IndyMan, you know.
Sure enough the hardcore group had beat us to the tap and found the window seat.
Paul was less than impressed by the glasses, Jeff more taken with the 11.5% Imperial Stout, chosen because “It’s the strongest“.
I think Charles just asked for tasters of everything.
I had the Buxton x 3 Weavers Buxton Intercontinental Brut IPA, which sounds like a non-league fixture in the East Staffs Div 3 that you’d find Duncan at.
I also had one of those new hipster “Anti-Murk” zero alcohol beers, thrillingly with ice but not lemon.
It’s all very BrewDog, with afternoon food trade and tasters and men with scarves (not the ones who did “Down Under”). But at least they do very good cask.
Our itinerary had basically gone to pot by then, but we manfully consulted the rail timings to work out how best to miss trains to New Mills and find pubs closed in Disley.
For PubMen, the planning is the best bit.