Odd one this. I’d arranged to meet John, the Wonder of Wittering, in Littlehampton for a seaside crawl. But our pub was unexpectedly shut (and wasn’t a micro).
Even worse, I hadn’t had time to park up in my usual secret spot in Pompey and make the train across, so I was going to be DES for John.
We decided to visit the two closest new GBG pubs, even though one was a micro and the other was called the Fox, normally a bad sign.
West Worthing was actually built in the 1930s purely for the enjoyment of people who like waiting at railway junctions, and it took 20 minutes to do the 1 mile off the A2032 to the Georgi Fin.
We admired the architecture in what might be a Goring-on-Sea entry next year, following the pattern of changing the labelling of pubs to irritate tickers.
Of course, a better solution would be to have a separate Beer Guide for micropubs. Or even just one for Worthing micropubs; it would be no thicker than the brewery section.
Yes, I warmed to Georgi Fin (a Romanian left back for Worthing FC during their 1990s FA Trophy run).
Clear opening signs, beers all priced the same irrespective of strength, high tables, beer barrels for foot stalls….
One of the modern micros that get younger trade, the staff were great and found me this trendy Pear & Raspberry saison from cult Suffolk brewer James White.
John kindly offered to show me his gammy leg (much improved) later, and clearly didn’t warm to the seating.
His “Loud Shirt” Stout seemed OK from the dregs I had.
But we both agreed the toilets were alone worth(ing) the trip.
I’m sure John and I were too busy discussing bargain guest houses in Darlo, so the only banter I caught was “She shouldn’t have put her moisturiser on“. It wasn’t me.
Pub 2 is for the gentlefolk who can’t be bothered to go to the Garden Centre today.
Just above the A27 in tiny Patching, The Fox has the biggest beer garden in the South and the highest average customer age since I last accidentally went in a Brunning & Price.
An exciting beer range has propelled The Fox to GBG glory.
Actually, a decent one. The Long Man is getting around, isn’t it ?
Not the cosiest pub seating, again. But at least our feet touched the floor and we were able to enjoy the drama of a “family lunch”.
Once again, admire my murky sour in the foreground..
In these days of experimentation with beer styles and “anything goes”, you’ll be delighted to know I poured the dregs of John’s Long Man over the dregs of my J20 on ice.
It was quite palatable.
Come up with a name for that concoction and we’ll market it at hipsters.