And so my last Dorset GBG ticks for 2019. Sadly it left two still to do, but some pubs believe in observing the Sabbath and Manic Monday.
Lyme Regis is beautiful, though I wish folk wouldn’t ruin it by determinedly driving to the beach when there are perfectly good buses and Park & Rides.
Anyway, it was chaos getting a pasty.
I had a beef and stilton pasty, the highlight of any trip to Lyme, and pressed on to the brewery tap you know I’m going to detest. Richard loved it.
There is so little to say about brewery taps.
There’s an assumption you want tasters, that you’ll want to see the brewing vessels, that you care about the process. None of these apply to me.
But full marks to the young bar man for effort, and for so confidently telling me which beer I should drink. The Best was a cool, solid 3.
Umfortunately I succumbed to his “You MUST try the keg” spiel and sadly found the flagship keg a bit, er, warm. Turns out it wasn’t connected to the cooler. Eventually he fixed it, and I had to agree it was splendid. I will never see it again, anywhere.
The second pub was a Proper Palmers house, hurrah !
The Royal Standard looked the classic seaside pub. Giant courtyard in the sun for fish and chips, fairly pubby interior without too many reserved signs. No craft keg.
Cheery, professional service from the young staff, too.
The Palmers IPA was cool, if thin (NBSS 3), and I toured the rooms in search of the best banter.
Ultimately it was “In-control Dad” who won my virtual prize, impressing young Emily by recovering her mislaid sandal, randomly saying “Stop it now“, and excitedly telling the family the wait for chips was down to 30 minutes.
They didn’t care, they had WiFi.