Mudgie asked me what beer I had in Matlock and I confess I’ve no idea, as I wasn’t allowed to see the hand pumps as I was shown to the table.
I know it was their Moot Ales homebrew, and I’m sure the enthusiastic barperson gave me a lengthy answer describing “A crispy hoppy beer, 4.2%, a traditional British bitter, 3.9%” etc and I’d have just said “What was the first one again ?“.
Because to be honest I have no “palate” and don’t care what I drink, I just want to point at a handpump, pay, and take the pint to my table.
Some people on Beer Twitter seem to confuse this desire to avoid table service (involving more Covid transmission risk than paying at a bar wearing a mask) with boorishly aggressive male behaviour and bar hogging. They’re COMPLETELY different.
Roll on the 19th, when I’ll wear a mask up to the bar and take it off when I sit down. The rest of you, and the pubs, can do what you like.
More table service mini-traumas in the Peaks for you.
This is the Royal Oak in Hurdlow, a few miles south of Buxton/north of Leek, and a rare new GBG entry in the western Peak.
I’d been following their Facebook page urging me to book or risk a fruitless journey, but of course booking to visit a pub is anti-pub (and probably anti-English as well).
So of course, turning up at 3pm on a quiet Monday, I was forced to sit on this table in the garden;
I never learn.
Obviously I wasn’t allowed to enter the sacred interior of the Royal Oak, so had the lovely waiter (on one of FOUR trips out to attend to me) recite a list that I paused at “Thornbr”. You can’t go wrong with Thornbridge.
It was very tasty, but ultra-chilled.
And when I popped inside to pay (why ?) I couldn’t see it on the bar. And it was £5.20. Cos keg, right ?
So not only do I now have the shame at having missed out on Doom Bar in its spiritual home of, er, Derbyshire, but I’m now wondering if my tick was actually legitimate.
But, hey, I’m sure you’ve got bigger things to worry about.