What a year of revelation this has been for me on the beer front.
My first Kronenburg in Paris, my first Arkells for a decade at GBBF, chilli flavoured gin at midnight in Paddy’s in Bangor, and now my first Newcastle Brown Ale in, er, Newcastle.
My niece’s boyfriend is from Chicago. I know that because he wore a baseball cap in my car. Actually, it said “Fulham“, which I’m guessing is a suburb of Chicago.
He told me Lagunitas brew Newcy now, and I realised I had no idea who brewed the UK version. Probably Cloudwater or Marston’s, I guessed.
The TRUTH emerged at Pub No 6, two stops back down the line from Whitley. Has poor old Cullercoats ever had a GBG entry ?; it really needs a Cullercoats Cosy Craft Cabin.
Tynemouth is the posh bit of Geordieland; I believe they serve guacamole or perhaps I’m getting mixed up with Hartlepool.
Plenty of pubs on Front Street that aren’t GBG but look charming.
The Social Club is very GBG and very social.
Being a southerner and on my 6th pub of the night I headed straight to the powder room, asking for probably the only half served that night as I did so.
When I came Adrian was outing me as a ticker to the locals at the bar, all of whom he he knew. By name, like.
Everyone knew Adrian, he Tyneside’s answer to Matthew Lawrenson.
My notes contain one word.
Not just the Grainger, unexpectedly great, but that feeling of pubby contentment you get in the best Sam Smiths houses. I’m sure they had Sam Smiths on, you know.
Having established from resident the Newcy Crown expert that it’s brewed at
Tadcaster Zouterwoude, I succumbed to a bottle. Soft, rich, foamy. Even better than Krony.
Next up I’m trying Stella in Maidenhead or something.