You can’t have too much Doncaster, though Simon may disagree. He’s a delicate flower.
Two new Guide pubs in Donny, putting it level in the table with North Rotherham and Holy Island for new GBG thrills.
I started a mile out in Scawsby, which really wants the Sun for Scawsby.
Doncaster may take a look at the entrance and think “You have it, mate“.
The beer range isn’t bringing Donny into the crafty 2000s either.
Yes, it’s a Marston’s diner. With Hello Kitty but without Pedigree.
But you see, the beer was greatish (3.5). And they sell stuff people drink.
And the Landlady had left a pub in the Lake District to bring grace and order and good cask to a bit of a beer desert in Doncaster.
Sometimes the GBG really delights you.
It did, again, at the Hallcross.
Just another Donny all day opener for professional drinkers?
A bit, but rather classily refurbed,
and with a Landlady who chased after me to return a copy of Donny Drinker I’d dropped out of my back pocket. The Southworth brothers will be thrilled.
Mark Crilley would have been delighted to hear “Enola Gay” and Creedence Clearwater Revival, last heard on the same playlist in 1981.
They’d all have been thrilled at the beer quality here too, the revived Stocks being a rare NBSS 4 that I couldn’t fault.
My heart lifted by two top beers, and my stomach filled in the new artisan market which sold me a decent Syrian lunch for a fiver.
It’s not Borough Market, or Mackie Mayor, but it has a brewery tap.
And as you know, every proper town needs a brewery tap in an indoor artisan market.
Just ask Altrincham.