Nice easy one for you this morning. Surely EVERYONE know ******** in ********* ?
Actually, I’ve never been here, so it must have opened after my last visit in 2016 when I overdosed on whisky (of a sort).
It’s not in the CAMRA Beer Guide to this place anyway, and possibly wouldn’t get in the GBG as it stocks Sam Smiths (top) and favours those offensive cushions that Proper Pubmen detest.
One for the hipsters, with “ironic” check tablecloths and an obsession with sausages last seen in the Lost Dene on Deansgate.
There must be something about sausages and great cities, as this place rivals Manchester among my magical places.
Just as Germans fly in to Piccadilly to admire the art in the Jolly Angler, I come here to be warned about the perils of Bitter Sweet Married Life while eating salted butter pretzels.
You’re thinking Coventry now, yeah ?
While I was composing this post I found a small cache of pics from 2015 with which I can embarrass both sons, so here goes;
Despite my enthusiasm, this city of half a million rarely gets the beer tourism of a smaller place up the line. If at all, folk come here for this austere place, forever etched in history.
Our pub is on a street of 14 letters, just above the house seemingly wearing a rain mac.
14 ? That’s paltry, just along there’s a shop with 20 letters (and 8 vowels). Get that in Scrabble and you’re laughing.
Good luck mate, as they say in The Great Escape.