After your disastrous performance in identifying pubs across the pond, let’s stay closer to home with a classic unspoilt tavern out west. Typically one ale on of late; you’ll probably have seen their 5% amber flagship on the side of lorries on our motorways recently.
Proud of its Welsh roots (the Landlord is from Merthyr),
and a rare real ale stronghold in the middle of agricultural heartlands 25 miles from the sea.
This village saw its population drop by 70% in the 20th century, enhancing its Salopian like solitude.
but wandering minstrels and tickers have kept it alive. Until now.
Sadly this place hasn’t made the Beer Guide in my ticking lifetime, whether due to some technicality like cask breathers or similar anomaly. I doubt they cared.
Two contrasting reviews from Fareham Frank and enigmatic Emile give you a flavour.
“The boss is quite hard to understand and soft in the knee in addition: come on, let’s put this on past health concerns. The music gives pride of place to Grand-Breton and Celtic rock: not my cup of tea, but it’s a thousand times better than polluting the esgourdes with modern self-tuned music without salt or pepper.”
Oooh, is that Rhymney Bitter on the top shelf ?
So, where am I ?
Pob lwc !, as Byn might have said.