Matt was impressed with his first adult experience of Stockport, but now it was time for his first pint in the pub capital of the North.
The Angel, my GBG newbie, was shut, despite PROMISING me the night before it’d be open. A gaggle of Old Boys gathered outside the market hall, comparing scowls of disquiet.
Oh well, no pint queueing, not when next door the venerable if modern Bakers Vaults was putting out tables in the sun. And they do great hot dogs and we were famished.
I was expecting Matt to go for whatever hipster lager Robbies do, but he picked Unicorn. #ProudDad
Is he shielding his eyes from the sun, or admiring the Northern head?
No idea what he thought of it, but he seems to drink anything, like his mum.
Obviously I had the Plum Porter, which was a little too foamy.
Yards away Matt detected signs of life, so I stayed for another in the hope the Angel might be awaking.
Obviously Unicorn, since Matt had done me the service of drinking the first poured.
It didn’t touch the sides.