More recommendations for the Southworths for when they get here in 2023.
3 trips to Ilkeston in the blog archives. One for a micro that thrives, one that died and a pub I’d actually done already.
Pubmeister has a word for that sort of pointless return, the Latin word for “duff spreadsheet update” I think.
As with much of Erewash and the lower Amber Valley, the loss of heavy industry (and the American Adventure) has not been kind to the town, particularly on the wet February night that normally heralds my visit.
But you can get there by rail rather than horse and cart again, and I can recommend the
cheap beer local history museum.
As I wrote in 2017,
“Always worth a trip for the friendly people too. A elderly gent at the lakes shouted “need a hand, my duck“. I was just about to tell him it was a swan when I realised he was offering me help with my bootlaces (I inherit that problem from my teenage son)”
BRAPA liked it, too. Some lovely homebrew bashing in Part II of his Ilk piece.
We both loved the Burnt Pig, a micro in name only.
” I doubt I’ll go in a cheerier pub all year. You’d think Nottingham Forest had just been relegated or something. A cheery English pub is a wonderful thing.”
“Hello Duck” he said.
3 rooms, a mix of folk, cheap local beer, Bass tat.
As I took my glass back the landlord said “Bless ya Duck“. I could have been in Stoke.
The Observatory lost a mark for dropping the Bass on my return visit, but is still an above average drinking Spoons, with the added bonus of being able to see the stars from the top floor.
Last year I excitedly turned up at the Prince of Wales for my tick, enjoying a rumbustuous atmosphere fuelled by Brexit hysteria. Whatever happened to Brexit hysteria?
In retrospect, it looks a cracker. Has BeerMat been here?
Frankly, if you’ve only got an hour between trains in Ilkeston, spend it all in the Dewdrop (top). Get there early for the baps and call them cobs/bread rolls/barmcakes to start an argument. It’s what we do.
I was unprepared for how good it still was, a decade after drinking Bass there, before Bass was cool.
“The jukebox spluttered out “Wonderous Stories“. Jon Anderson never sounded so tinny, but Mudgie would not have minded one jot.
With a superb half of Abbeydale Moonshine (NBSS 3.5/4) almost making up for the absence of Bass and “Get ya hands on our baps” the bap-based banter of the week, it was pub heaven, it really was.
How I hope I’ll be able to go there again soon.