Yes, new cover stars for our penultimate Preston post. Note the Two Mudgies (BBC 4, Thursdays, 1.30am) discussing the pronunciation of Thwaites.
Reaching the inevitable climax now, we headed back toward the market and, er, the Market.
Whether the Market Tavern or Tap, I care not.
Well, I’m going with what it says on the glass floor down to the cellar.
It’s at least a decade since I came here, finding it beery and irreverent and bustling.
A lot smarter, classy even, and a bit quieter. Where have the dirty overall brigade gone ?
Scared off by flowers on tables and real ales with Paddington bear style tags dangling from the pumps ?
And the Smooth version of Johns Smith’s replaced by the cask ?
Yes, folks, the biggest event in real ale history since Stockport voted a Sam Smiths their pub of the year (twice).
Sadly, I’d actually missed the John’s at the bar and gone with Plum Porter, which as you can imagine was a real hardship.
Cool, rich, chewy, superb, as Titanic’s flagship often is (NBSS 3.5+). If the Tavern/Tap can sell enough cask I think they’re a shoe-in for my Top 100.
“Oh, they’re using John Smith’s glasses for your achingly trendy DIPAs ?” I asked.
“No, it is John Smith’s”
Old Mudgie was dutifully writing down beer scores and joyfully noting the playing of “Jessie’s Girl” on Rick Springfield’s 70th birthday*. I bet Rick is a John Smith’s man.
I scuttled back for a half of the John’s, skilfully decamped into my Plum Porter glass.
I think I may just have invented heaven, you know.
*Rumours that we plan to celebrate John “Cougar” Mellancamp’s 70th birthday listening to Jack & Diane in Maidenhead Conservative Club on 7/10/21 are purely that. Rumours.