Bankers for the next Beer Guide, that is. Si, Duncan and I can spot them a mile off these days.
Bikes rather than mobility scooters outside the door,
shiny tables resembling a board game,
complex lavatory arrangements,
Oh. And those beers you’ve never heard of, of course.
But the beer. Wow. On a day to restore faith in cask, my murk was a cool, crisp NBSS 4. And I don’t hand out many of those unless it’s Doom Bar or Bass, do I?
Turns out the guvnor here had run one of my favourite pubs in the UK, so the Pedigree was there (actually I think he ran a Bass pub).
If this isn’t a pre-emptive tick I’ll be nice about L*******l FC.