24th February 2020
You’ll probably notice the slight dip in enthusiasm as I approach the latest micropub.
Perhaps they’re just too young to develop a sense of history, too small to possess the pubby intrigue of a Waggon and Horses or Pelican. In a micro, there’s nowhere to hide, and that can be a bit dull.
But I did enjoy exploring the Nottinghamshire mining towns.
One stop and five minutes down the line from Newstead, mighty Hucknall flaunts its new found confidence with new GBG entries in successive years.
The Byron’s Rest is at the other side of town to the Station, where a year ago I said I’d be back. Plenty of weird and wonderful architecture to admire here.
Byron himself has rather passed me by, but Wiki tells me his daughter was Ada Lovelace, who turns out to be not the porn star I first thought but the inventor of the computer program.
The things you learn here, eh ?
Byron’s Rest is next bar to Launderbar, which has a great font but sadly no bottles of soapy DIPA.
My heart sinks as I see what the Byron is promoting.
It’s a long thin bar with a lot of quirky character. Old Boys, domino couples, children with dads, pianos and porcelain.
One of the most impressive beer ranges in a micro so far, for people who go “Oooh” when they see new beer names.
So I go for Plum Porter to be contrary, like the bloke who has Doom Bar when the Batham’s is on (that’s me as well).
I silently applaud the sign instructing me to SIT DOWN !, and don’t even complain about the jug.
Is Plum Porter the national drink of the £3 a pint micropub ?