Just a few more posts and you’ll have caught up with me, suffering for you in a £24 Guest House with faulty locks in Workington.
In complete contrast to Workington, here’s a pashmina craft bar in Ashbourne.
I’d attempted Maison du Biere TWICE already, the first causing some anguish. The second visit, which I won’t bore you with, saw me turn up at midday on a Tuesday. If I’d bothered to read my own blog I’d have known that was four hours early.
Here’s a bit of architecture for you.
Not only was Maison open, it was doing good lunchtime trade. One chap even bought one of those weirdly priced cans home for his wife in the Fens.
Note the almost mainstream German lagers and the keg beers selected for their weird names. I like that.
You don’t see much Beartown in craftland, so the Chocolate and Marshmallow Milk Stout it was. Stafford Paul would have loved it as much as I did it (NKegSS 4).
What I thought was a tiny shop turns out to be a rambling place, akin to Morecambe’s Little Bare, where you can hide and make a hideous mess of your artisanal pork pie and pickle.
Sure, it’s not replacing the Marston’s in the Smith’s Arms in my affections, but you can’t get marshmallow stout there.
3rd time lucky. You get what you give to ticking, you know. Which is a coincidence as this is what they were playing as I left;