I rather disclosed the rest of the itinerary in that last post, didn’t I ?
On to the most photogenic part of the trail, as Stafford’s Ancient High House retains its majesty, despite being sullied by Savers Health & Beauty and Fone Giant. As always, look UP (and expect to bump into someone).
Joule’s Rose & Crown is rather camera-friendly, too.
After Black Country Ales and Titanic, this is third of the triumvirate of regional brewers’ pubs in Stafford, which may or may not be a little dismissive of Slaters.
It must be at least six years, before this blog, since I visited the Rose & Crown, but it looks exactly like what you’d expect a market town Joule’s pub to look like, right down to the “Ye” and the “Olde“.
Right down to the adverts.
And look at that lovely seat I’ve made my own while Will and Paul peruse the beers.
Paul and I go for the seasonal Old No.6, which I thought was a Barnsley pub, and compare satisfied “Mmms”. It’s perfectly conditioned and seems stronger than its 4.8% (NBSS 3.5%).
Here’s a random photo of a man happy to be back in a pub, even if it was with us.
We had a lively discussion about the architectural merits of the Joule’s estate; Paul isn’t a fan, I care les but find the wall coverings a bit naff (SEE ALSO : Brunning & Price’s bile beans).
But there’s a good range of seating for a good range of custom, from courting couples to complaining codgers, and I can’t say better than that, can I ?