Sheffield Hatter, the well-dressed one on the Old Codgers Day Trips to Pubs,
An hour from Cambridge, unless you use the train (see also: Milton Keynes)
Most American visitors come here for the architectural beauty;
While English tourism is reserved for the shiny sports stadium on the A505.
The Hatters are still trying to move to a flashy ground near the station, a rare example of a new build in the town centre if it happens.
Kenilworth Road will be missed by the purist.
Luton actually has some decent hills on its doorstep, but Sheffield Hatter was clearly forced to head north for proper beer.
The town’s most famous pub is this keg wonder, named for the visit of Monet and Klimt to paint the town’s motor works in 1930.
“You must never jump to conclusions, but the Painters Arms is your archetypal Irish pub, an increasingly rare survivor in Hightown. Racing from Punchestown, and betting slips, rather than “Beer in Beds“, are the giveaways. That and the six minutes taken to pour the Guinness.”
Just out of Hightown, the only new Guide entry recently was this one room, one pump stunner.
“It’s just a basic pub, serving the best Tribute outside of Gweek (NBSS 3.5) for a bargain £2.80. Well done South Beds CAMRA for selecting on beer quality not range.” I wrote of the Great Northern.
“English towns need cultural quarters, but they also need basic pubs like this where folk (OK, old blokes) can go and drink beer and eat Tayto crisps without needing to overhear conversations about condiments and dinosaur twizzlers.”
Spoons apart, the only Guide entries are the venerable Black Horse and longstanding Bricklayers Arms, home to cutting-edge JHB and Westons cider. Classic. Ish.
Sadly, the English Rose had closed again, even before lockdown. This is where 1950’s celebrity Diana Dors “courted”, then wed, the landlord’s son. But you knew that.
Don’t go to Luton for beer, DO go to the Arndale for Jamican patties and Dunstable Road for curry.
A One Dosa is A1. No, the Rubicon isn’t murky grapefruit DIPA.