More exciting micropubs in Midlands mining villages for you, and a cultural reference for the ages.
As you’ll know, Émile Zola wrote J’Accuse, and many accuse micropubs of being run purely for the benefit of middle-aged mates of the Landlord. Not this one.
Where is Dordon ?, you ask.
The Wiki page for Dordon is the dullest I’ve ever read, so let’s hope the GBG brings the thousands of beer tourists from North London and Derby it deserves.
I actually jumped off at mighty Polesworth, all the better to gradually take in the merits of Dordon, and just in case the excellent Chinese takeaway I used once was open (it wasn’t).
The micro, in a row of neighbourhood shops, looks the same from Maghull to Margate, from Hinckley to Hemel Hempstead.
But it’s open all week, and those Sunday hours are the longest I’ve ever seen for a micro.
All the classic Herne-approved micropub elements are here.
Great cheery welcome, c.£3 a pint, Chris Rea, Carling cider, mini Cheddars, lottery bingo.
Two beers from the (very) local brewery, and a strange one from Stoke I’d never heard of before. Plums in Porter ? Whatever next ?
A lovely cool half of the Grave Diggers, enjoyed at the table not reserved for a lovely bunch of ladies who were determined to drink the Miner dry of cocktails.
Good for them. It’s what Martyn Hiller would have wanted.