“A gallon of Palmers, and a greasy Pad Thai, like a night out in Bridport, come fill me again”
You can see where Sheffield United (or was it John Denver) nicked the song from.
Actually, no-one much picks Brid for a Sunday night, even in August. There weren’t many takers for the view back along Chesil beach at 8pm either.
Not much happens quickly here, bar the new craft bar and apple cider vinegar outlet.
I didn’t hang around for a £1.49 Doom Bar in the Greyhound, just wandered aimlessly till I saw a pub cat.
Well, it wasn’t quite a pub cat, a few
doors windowsills down from the Woodman, but close enough to make me stop and go “What’s that ?”
Close to Palmers Brewery, and the only pub I didn’t walk past last year, but now WhatPub was telling me this was the local Cider Pub of the Year.
It was closing in 20 minutes. I peered in.
A bit plain, a bit micro, quirky indie, very beery. Richard would have loved it.
Nice chap too, pointed me straight to the Northern Monk.
It was still warm, so I took the pint outside so I could
eavesdrop on the other couple let the beer breathe, and I quickly realised I’d uncovered a future gem. ALL ON MY OWN.
Then the temperature dropped by about 5 degrees in 5 minutes so I popped indoors to read Giant Dongle and plan how I’d use that title, skilfully, in this blog.
You can never just have one, can you, particularly when you’ve worked up a thirst by walking 0.15 miles past the church to the Thai takeaway (the one that was closed last time).
The Thai would make a great micro, you know. Probably even better than it is as a takeaway.
Sadly the Palmers flagship had already closed (why ?) but the micro/craft bar was wide awake, packed at 9pm on a Sunday.
Luckily I’d missed the tasting events. You know my record with tasting events.
The Pursuit of Hoppiness is the place I forgot to use my CAMRA card and missed a 10p discount last year.
I wasn’t missing out this time, saving that vital 2 shillings on a tremendous cool, rich pint of Yeovil Stout (NBSS 4). Who’d have guessed anything good could come from Yeovil.
The chap who served me took a good look at the Gold card.
“It’s Life Membership“, I said, worried I’d lose out again.
“When does it expire though?” he might have asked.