So this is the point where I take the scenic route back to the Travelodge with my NCSS 2.5 takeaway and attempt to draft a new post using what we IT experts call a “tethering & portable hotspot”.
Obviously, I didn’t make it that far.
Oh, look, the Museum Vaults.
Not only the best looking pub in town,
but a place to appeal to at least 0.5% of my readership.
I left my bag of Chinese behind the door, and was greeted by cheery locals, a photo of Barry Venison and Samson Smooth.
Really, I should have followed the JS Smooth with the Samson, but I panicked and had the Black IPA.
Sadly, I deleted my notes the next morning, but the next thing I remember is the dog at the bar starting to howl.
“Sorry, it’s my takeaway” I said, figuring it best to avoid the sort of incident escalation you get on Homeland.
Fido (I’m no good with dog names) was soon placated with what was mysteriously referred to as Guinness water.
The silky Black IPA had a similar effect on me.
As good as ever, though I suspect a rather quieter beast to the one I went to before the Stadium of Light once.
How many fans get a pre-match pint in pubs as homely as this ?