9th March 2020
Writing about Cotswolds gastropubs is a bit dispiriting, if I’m honest, but I guess I shouldn’t complain.
But I was glad to get to scruffy but interesting Gloucester.
The Spalite B&B sounded like it was run by a 2nd rate Chesterfield fan,r but our host turns out to be the Guest House equivalent of Bessie at the Dyffryn Arms, only with a more astonishing accent.
“That’s alllllroooiiiight” came out in about 5 steps in response to my proposed arrival time.
Anyone fancying a trip here after reading the next 3 posts may also be interested to hear I’ve found a free parking spot (remembering my earlier trauma with a crane). Usual rate for the coordinates.
Gloucester is very much two halves these days. The trendy bottom half of Brewhouse & Kitchen, Tank and Spoons in the refurbished docks and the northern half below the Cathedral, a sea of closed shops, charity outlets and unexpectedly closed micros (later, later).
But there’s bright sparks.
New to the GBG is the Turks Head, an early frontrunner in the 3.2020 Pub of the Month Stakes. BRAPA will love it. If he ever gets to “G”.
Oooh. Lots of rules. Must be a micro.
Not sure what scares me most there. The sheep, the absence of twats or that weird font.
WhatPub says “micro“, but I say Proper Pub, and my word is final.
There’s music (1979 classics fromThe Motors and The Cure), lager and irreverence. It could be a sister pub to Ilkeston’s Burnt Pig, I immediately think.
On second thoughts, I might be in a pub version of Snowshill Manor.
The barman is keen to give me a tour. As long as there’s not a brewery I’m happy to have a tour.
Here’s the edited highlights.
All pointless if the beer is rubbish, you say.
It was great, cool and foamy. NBSS 3.5.
Beer was being drunk, but it wasn’t a “Beer Pub”.
Two blokes at the bar were keen to get their photo taken, just not at the moment I took it.
We discussed the cobs on the bar, nice chunky ones.
“Do you call them cobs, or baps, or barms here ?”
Let battle commence.