With 20 minutes till the train back to Stafford and a 10 minute walk through the back streets to get there, I had to squeeze in a half at the Loggerheads.
In truth, the journey there was as good as the destination.
I enter to the sound of Shakey’s “Merry Christmas, Everyone“. That’s probably all you need know.
It’s not busy, but there’s noise coming from three of the rooms. I pick the fourth, the one with the barman in it, but then nip out for a look around while he pours a half of Banks’s Amber.
Some will consider this a classic beer range, some not.
It’s worth £1.30 just to see the interior, but this was a lovely drop. cool and rich (3.5).
I hope it’s busier by the weekend, but the quiet gives me a chance to capture this photo of Shrews legend (?) Wayne Clarke, here in the colours of a small Merseyside team.
What can I say ? Classic seating, lovely cheap beer, quirky furnishings. All you could ever want really.
Another minute dawdling and I’ve had needed to find a 5th Shrewsbury pub in an hour, though, and that won’t do at all.