Not many Bob Carters in the Beer Guide, or Artichokes.
Plenty of pubs, though, in one of the prime cities for GBG entries.
The Artichoke is just north of Norwich’s artisanal inner ring road, and I must have walked past the pub’s lovely flinty curves a dozen times en route to the Lord Rosebery, Duke, Fat Cat Tap and Bhaji Man Curry Kits.
Nice church for the non-purists, too.
Oooh. I do like an obstacle course. Do I hurdle those barrels ?
Ah. The craft beer electronic displays.
I took the seats nearest the beer board.
The staff were great; they let me wait for the keg and then cask lists to come round, but I got distracted by the White Stripes and missed my chance, just like you used to miss page 304 on Ceefax and have to wait for it to show up again next week.
“Do you need more time ?” said the nice man, “What sort of thing you after ?“
Me ? Need more time. I squinted at the pumps and plumped for the 3 Blind Mice Juice Rocket, as I’m a murk man really.
“Bootiful. Thank you my friend” he says. Aren’t young people great.
A lovely crisp pint (NBSS 3.5+), beautifully matched with the curry peanuts, I thought.
High tables, young crowd, murk beers. Stafford Paul would love it.