23rd January 2020
We’d checked into our digs at the Wool Merchant in Halifax after an exciting descent into town and some aggressive road works than caused Duncan to waste £3 on parking. I resent paying for parking at the best of times; £3 is two ticks worth of beer.
I enquired about the free half of house bitter we’d had last year,
but sadly that was only available to folk who booked direct, a second wounding blow in 5 minutes.
In all other aspects the Wool Merchant is ideal for the budget conscious ticker. Five minutes from the train, the Piece Hall and half a dozen ticks. Good mushrooms, too.
One of these days I’ll visit the pub next to the Minster.
Duncan’s and my penultimate West Yorkshire tick is almost inevitably a small bar in a converted mill.
Someone has kindly left a trail of clogs for us to follow.
The Stod Fold Tap is next to a Jack Wills outlet, flaunts “industrial chic“, and has regular street food vendors providing artisanal grub.
Another non-trad pub for the ‘Fax, like a cellar bar with long tables and deli platters and live music from a Dire Straits cover band.
I go for a mug of artisanal Peri Peri scratchings with my pint of Pale. Beer sommelier level beer and food matching.
What more do you want ?
Well, they were playing this. They really were.
He got the GBG action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can tick
Turnin’ on the night time into the day
And they had phone charging cables (and sockets).
I thought the Pale was crisp and tasty (NBSS 3) so I had a half of Rum Porter as well. Even better, but the first of several bad moves.
All uphill/downhill from now.