12th January 2020
Back once again with a Kent micropub, which sounds like a line from Fat Boy Slim, one of the few English music legends NOT from Dartford.
And I don’t JUST mean Pete Tong.
I don’t think Marx was actually born in Dartford, but there’s plenty of evidence of Dartford’s history of peasant’s revolt.
Dartford claims Wat Tyler as its own, and as he’s named after a pub in the town I think we can treat those claims more seriously than those of Maidstone and Colchester.
Dartford was going through a period of development when I returned after a four year absence, though that’s akin to saying Debenham was having a sale.
I like towns that are always in transition (see: Manchester, Hull) and the Darenth Valley is a gem of an area for traditional pubs.
It’s all going on in Dartford this winter;
Some buildings for the connoisseur rather than the tourist.
I should start believing more, you know; I was convinced the micro would be shut.
Not only was it open, the opening hours were on a big board outside the pub !!!!!
Let’s cut to the quick. It’s a modern beer bar with modern seating that will, er, polarise opinion.
I do like the printed beer list, though.
The very nice lady did explain Periodic Tables to me but I’ve forgotten so you’ll have to look them up. Possibly a measure of hipster cred, as the Arbor number is bigger than the Kent Pale, which conversely was a cool, rich, NBSS 3.5+.
And while I was the only customer, the very nice lady was as chatty as anyone this year, enthusing about the town and the, er, earthier pubs on the High Street.
Great chat makes any pub, and she’s a great ambassador for Dartford as well as the Jug.