So when I tell you that the Rutland Arms in Grimsby is one of the world’s greatest pubs, you know I’m not pissed. Well, actually I am, but whatever.
After crafty Dock Beers I did the grim in Grimsby and walked Freeeman Street toward Tick No.2.
This is the England the Americans come to see. See you in 2022.
It’s a long time since there was anywhere on the trudge from flashy Freshney Place to blustery Blundell Park in the Guide, or even open.
And as I turned the corner to where the Rutland was supposed to be, I sensed an elaborate hoax.
But there were smokers outside on benches, and at the door, at 3pm on Thursday, the unmistakeable whiff of PUB.
But a Beer Guide pub ? No way.
But there were handpumps, a rarity enough in Grimsby, and I plumped for an Old Mill Bitter (£2.50). It was nectar (NBSS 4.5).
I often tell you about magic moments in pubs. This was a magic, magic moment.
Life, love, laughter, and lacings.
Next time someone tells that the GBG doesn’t pick pubs on beer quality, bring them here.