A nice uncontroversial pub next; one you could take your parents to without them leaving a grotty review on Trip Advisor.
Clearly, the bridge over the River Cleddau was built by the residents of Pembroke Dock in 1990 to allow them to sample the award winning Burton Ale in Burton at the Jolly Sailor.
Of course, some folk came for the view, rather than the DBA (RIP).
Actually, the first thing you notice is the smell of hot dogs, possibly the house specialty or maybe an outside barbecue that’s competing with the aviary for the attention of toddlers.
It’s a well-judged money-making enterprise; not too upmarket, not down-at-heel, that makes best use of its location. Reminds me of our own riverside Five Miles From Anywhere.
The lounge overlooking the river is packed with gentlefolk munching on Homemade Lasagne Verdi, so I join two younger drinkers in the nautically-themed bar.
Our two young Labour sympathisers are sympathising with Theresa May, who’s just packed it in to concentrate on choosing guest beers for Maidenhead Conservative Club, which makes entertaining listening while I wait for the barman to finish making cappuccinos for crumblies.
I’m slightly relieved the Bass that WhatPub promises isn’t on the bar; the Rev James is much more reliable round here.
And so it proved. A smooth, frothy, scummy beer with a bit of bite (NBSS 3/3.5).
See. I’ve nothing against Welsh pubs. Come for the Cleddau, and the cask.