More short posts.
With more great Portsmouth backstreet pub tiling,
but unfortunately more slow-selling beer.
A rare Wadworths house in the Beer Guide, it looked irresistible at dusk.
And with the blues playing and a menu starring “lobster or lobster & pulled brisket loaded fries served up truffle alioli”, I thought it might be the place to slump for the evening with a pint of 6X and a large plate of meat.
But the joint wasn’t jumping, as famous local Joe Jackson probably didn’t say.
And Wadworths had inexplicably decided that 6X wasn’t good enough to grace the bar.
You never feel like eating when a place is empty, do you ?
One group of young professionals were drinking the imported lager for which Devizes’s historic brewery is famed, and I overheard at least one classic line;
“She didn’t know the ice cream parlour was in the swimming pool”.
The IPA was pulled through just for my benefit. At 8pm. If it was being pulled through for the first time that way, you’d be worried.
Whatever, it wasn’t great (NBSS 2) but at least they’d kindly provided a pleasing receptacle for the beer I couldn’t drink.
(Only kidding, it went in the urinal)