I ended the night in Exeter, a huge disappointment as usual.
Actually, it’s not THAT bad, but their little team of clodhoppers defeated Cambridge United in the Conference play-offs in 2008 and I still haven’t forgiven them.
The GBG listed FOUR new pubs for me to visit, which would have got my Devon To Do list below 30.
But the basic one near St James Park was closed on a Monday, and BOTH crafty micros had closed forever. Which is unfortunate.
Which left the Great Western Hotel.
Now, I was confused, as I thought I’d done a famed, grand pub near St David’s Station before. At least once. But that was the Imperial.
How had I missed this Bass stronghold ?
Who knows ? It hadn’t been a regular in the GBG for a while, so perhaps the Bass would be rubbish.
Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding out for a hero” greeted your ticking hero and I was immediately reassured, though I KNEW I’d be bashing into perspex shortly.
Perspex apart, a gorgeous refurbishment job by the look of it, leaving a gentleman’s club feel sadly spoiled by the presence of the hoi polloi like me.
Three friends, fresh off the train, talked about Stalin and the spheres of influence. Had they seen Joseph’s cover of Video Killed the Radio Star, I now wonder.
Intelligent political discourse; you don’t get that in the Conservative Club.
No Buggles, but a beautifully served malty Bass (NBSS 3+). Not a Top 20 Bass, but one that BeerMat would approve of in contrast to that flat stuff I rave about.
So, one still to do in Exeter (Bowling Green from memory); will I be able to resist a return visit then ?