On the Friday I headed east (or is it west ? Mudgie will know) for a couple of Greater Manchester GBG ticks. And before you complain, I know Greater Manchester isn’t a real place.
The metro takes you through a real ale wasteland that unfortunately includes the Etihad.
Keg but kute
So you can understand how excited High Peak & Tameside CAMRA are about the Silly Country micro.
Cruzcampo ad is the giveaway
The Silly Country named after a local barmaid who shouted those words, or very similar, at BRAPA when he returned a pint in 2017.
I’d arranged to meet the legendary Quosh for “a quick pint” in Stalybridge, so this was going to have to be a very quick half in the 12 minutes between trams.
Bar and bottle shop, rather than micro, it’s very upmarket, and not just by Droylsden standards.
I enter to the chink of cocktail glasses and a chap playing Debussy Etudes on his accordion in the corner.
“I’ll have a half of…..”
“Oh, a pint of Plum Porter then please“.
Like Bass, this is a beer that must never be drunk in halves, except for medicinal purposes.
Quosh said it would be busy at 6pm on Friday and he was, as usual, right.
The seating options were a bit limited, but at least they were near the toilet I would no doubt need (twice) during my 8 minute stay.
I thought the mix of folk made this a winner, never mind a quality Plum Porter (NBSS 3.5).
Once BRAPA’s intern finishes clearing up in Cumbria I’ll get him/her to explore how many pints of the Porter I’ve scored less than NBSS 3.
Even though I know the answer is zero.
Hardly touched the sides.
On to Stalyvegas.