22nd January 2020
I’ve found a rare photo of fellow blogger Pubmeister (middle) reviewing post titles with some of his Blog Support Team.
The chap on the left is excited with “No Sour Beer In Sowerby Bridge” but Duncan secretly knows it’s rubbish. Everyone knows it’s pronounced “Sorby”.
Three nights in West Yorkshire, ten GBG pubs to complete the county, and a trip to Manchester Beer Festival to drink
falling over juice exquisitely flavoured murk.
A first night in the Ibis, which is in Shipley but wants you to think it’s in Saltaire.
From Shipley to Apperley Bridge on a rare Northern train that actually ran, and then a stiff walk down to Greengates.
Terraces compete with new housing along Harrogate Road providing the traffic chaos that makes the A657 such a joy at rush hour.
Very posh Bradford.
The Cracker Barrel is a particularly attractive little micro. Matthew Lawrenson will name that font in 3, 2, 1…
Just another one room micro with tables round the walls and four local beers at £3 a pint (don’t knock it), right ?
Except there’s Tets.
And there’s A-ha playing (“Take On Me”, Mark), and there’s young professionals and ladies drinking pints and couples watering down wine with water (Harrogate spring water, probs). By micro standards, it’s busy at 10 to 4.
And no-one is talking about beer.
Top quality beer, a second 4 in a row, so what’s not to like about the micro mania ?
But what’s happened to those trad pubs along the A657; the Thornhill in Calverley, the Commercial in Thackley, and this beauty in Greengates.
What’s happened to the Albion ?
Oh, it’s a Gin Joint.