Thank you to all of you who answered my question;
“Should I go to the Great British Beer Festival ?”
100% of you who responded said “NO”
If only I’d known what I’d be missing today….
Looks fantastic, heh ?
Back to pubs, and the Big Find of the Trip, the Artillery Arms down by the Royal William Victualling Yard in the heart of naval Plymouth.
The western suburbs of Stonehouse and Devonport are where Plymouth gets a bit magical, and no-one had ever told me.
You’d expect to have proper boozers in the naval quarter of course, even if Pompey seems to be losing them at a rate of knots.
As usual, few words are needed to convince you that this is a cracker.
In Cambridge this would be the Champion of the Thames, in Manchester it’s be the City Arms. Civilised, boisterous drinking houses for all.
Popular with hockey teams, says What Pub, helpfully. The shorts look a bit virgin white for that to be true.
Honestly, I didn’t know what to take in. Oh yes, the “charity” monkey racing. Glad it’s for charity as otherwise it seems very un-woke.
I was a bit in awe, if honest. This was a BritishBeerMat of a pub.
Just then the bar appeared into view. Oh grief.
All the pretend hockeyists were standing in the front, leaving the local youth to mishit shots in the pool room.
I got in their way, so I headed up and out to the scruffiest beer garden in Devon.
“Foxy’s gonna cut the back out”
“Sending it from the 16 sends a message early on”
It was only the rugger stars of the Torpoint Todgers discussing tactics for their big clash with Bideford Bodgers.
Hope I haven’t let slip any game sensitive tactics.
Oh, the Bass was foamy and creamy, NBSS 3/3.5 and easily Derby standard. I’ll leave them to fight out with the Dolphin for the best Bass in town.