24th January 2020
I can sense reader US “retired” Dave shaking with rage after four craft beer bars in a row on this site (calm down Dave), so this next one is dedicated to him.
Friday. Manchester Beer Festival day. Would I go and drink daft DIPAs or have a few halves of sensible 3.6% bitters ? You never can tell.
Two things happened on the Northern rattler to Victoria. Apart from the WiFi not working, obviously.
My lad texted to say he’d meet for lunch. And reading Irish Sea Dave’s tweets from Ordsall (2 minutes from Matt’s flat) made be suddenly keen to visit a Proper Pub.
Dave, along with Quosh, is the king of the Lancashire estate pub, and you should always bump into him when you’re within half a mile of his latest flat roof conquest.
We arranged to meet in the Egerton Arms, your last Proper Salford Pub before entering Manchester.
A ten minute stroll along the west bank of the Irwell, punctuated with the odd stop to think “Wonder what’s in there ?”.
Holt Bitter on in the Rover’s Return, somehow appropriate, I thought.
The Egerton had a year of glory in the Guide a couple of years ago, possibly as a nod of approval for offering a guest beer. A Holt pub doesn’t need to offer a guest beer.
You don’t come to the Egerton for beer choice. You come for Pub.
United pics on the wall (fair enough, you’re in Salford), a Budweiser flag, ’80s pop, out-of-breath regulars. And a cool, creamy half (NBSS 3).
Dave turned up two minutes later, showed even less hesitation about ordering the Holt, and we settled down to compare notes on,well, everything,
I was bemused by why his beer had a creamier head than mine, but I didn’t dwell on it.
By this time Matt had made the tram trip from Didsbury to St Peters, and we met up at the Abercromby, which I’m starting to think is in my Top 5 Manchester pubs. Cosy, multi-roomed, students and Old Boys, a very good TT Landlord.
Shame Matt had to spoil it by asking for a Hop House 13. Sometimes I feel I’ve failed as a father.