“There’s nowt such thing as bad beer, it’s just they that keep it that spoil it” – Brad, The Furnace
I know you doubt me, but Brad’s maxim is never truer than with our nation’s favourite beer (sorry, Donnington BB).
I probably drink half a dozen pints a year, mainly in Spoons. I’ve never taken a Doom Bar back.
It’s often served too soon by landlords who care more about brand recognition than quality; but there are enough exceptions for me to say “Give Doom A Chance“.
Not only THE best Doom Bar pub (they’ll probably drop it now) but also one of the jolliest pubs anywhere, which I guess is why it slipped out of the Beer Guide again this year. At least that means they’ll avoid a BRAPA visit in 2021.
Yes, you could have Landlord instead, but you’re surely desperate to know if the Doom really did taste like flat Bass here ?
None of that pointless beer choice in my runner-up for top Doom.
“We also have Stella” screamed the sign in this little slice of the East End stuck into a posh little Hertfordshire commuter town.
As Pub Curmudgeon noted, the best kept beers make you turn to your drinking companion and say “Taste this! This is what cask’s all about!”
“Sadly I had no-one to turn to, not even a pub cat. So I told the Landlord on the way out. He shrugged.“
A more traditional Doom Bar venue, and a 3rd pint of NBSS 4+ in 6 months. Is it worth travelling dangerously close to Bridgend to sample ? It’s a free world.
Let’s be honest. Bass often comes with a nice pub wrapping, Doom Bar less so. Our next pub, from this summer, is beautifully located in the Somerset lanes but still a bit plain.
Drinkers were confined to the garden; as you’ll know by now drinkers are scum who want to kill your granny by visiting pubs and not buying burgers.
I felt sorry for the barmaid after she kept me waiting on the door while she rattled off “Guinness, Peroni, Carling, Stowford, Doo..” when I asked what beers they had.
Those brightly painted tables raised the NBSS to 3.5, which’ll do for me.
Which brings us to,
Let’s call this one near Barnsley.
“You must come now. Doom Bar’s drinking well“. texted Mrs RM.
Well. How could I resist. Actually, they were two distinct statements. The essential nature of the Wentworth (Brewer’s Fayre) derived from an extended Irish family on the lash.
It may look like Gomorrah to you,
but we loved it. And the beer was gorgeous.
Not ALL Brewer’s Fayres fared so well. Note the symbolic vinegar bottle.
If you’ve only had Doom Bar in a Tim Martin emporium lately, you ought to try it in a Spoons that cares about its beers.
This (and Greene King IPA) were served from the barrel at their 2018 beer festival. “Certainly drier than on handpump, I wouldn’t have recognised it as Doom“.
Is that a dozen yet ? No ?
Here’s one for those of you who need a backstreet pub with blokes wearing a singlet. And who doesn’t ?
I rest my case.
Of course if, due to being in Tier 3 or Glasgow, you’re forced to resort to the bottle, always decant it into a Bass glass.