Seems I forgot to include a map showing you where Crewe is earlier. So here it is, with the Blue Mugge in Leek as your reference point. Hope that helps.
Last time here I stayed in the Crewe Arms, which sadly isn’t as posh as it looks, but undercut the bargain Travelodge by a fiver.
Historically, Crewe’s renown* rests on 4 things;
- Dario Gradi
- Not being Nantwich
- Its live ribute act music scene
- More takeaways than people
On Tuesday I was looking for the Crewe Spoons to pass an hour before my train to Manchester and the Etihad.
But there isn’t one. That’s what’s happens when you don’t eat enough eggs benedicts, folks.
Luckily there’s plenty of cafes and boozers in town, including the lovely Brunswick (top) with its cheap Holts.
I really fancied unlimited flat whites, but instead had to settle for a half of Arkell’s at the first new Guide pub in several years.
In the exotic southern half of town, too, near the Morning Foods factory and next to a flash new health centre and care home.
ONLY the Good Beer Guide can give you adventures like this.
The Raven is the sort of ’60s estate pub you get in the suburbs of Peterborough, entering the GBG with a short collection of interesting beers alongside Doom Bar.
A Life After Football of a pub, in fact. I’m sure he has happy memories of the Alex.
Eight in at 4.30, including three women. All seated round the bar with regulation minimum 24cm gap.
I could have joined them at the bar, but I always feel like that’s intruding on a family gathering, and besides I like tables.
I liked the Arkell’s Gold, a cool, chewy NBSS 3+, and the banter was, inevitably, about Mark Knopfler’s guitar work on Telegraph Road. You never get Dire Straits in a rubbish pub, as BRAPA well knows.
*For the record, Crewe is a working town. I love Crewe.