Not the first time I’ve been in Ye Olde Murenger House, and hopefully not the last, but I always say that about the Dead Poets and the Coopers Arms.
The Murenger, of course, was built to Sir Humphrey’s exact specifications, unlike all those Rochdale pubs he snapped up on the cheap, and is a gem.
Now, this is what I call a beer range;
Yes folks, I’m following Bass with Sam Smiths OBB. And YOU sneer at Newport.
The pub wasn’t packed, but busier than most places in January, and with a younger crowd. Note the lass uploading her score for OBB on Untppd.
I left the youngsters to their fun and joined the codgers up the stairs, a symphony in brown.
On first sip, I could tell I made a good choice putting this one in my Super Sam’s Seven.
OK, a little sweet, but cool and silky, so good it went down too quickly and I nearly stopped for another but I hadn’t got £3 left in coins.
It was while I was admiring the breweriana I suddenly realised.
“****, I’m not allowed to use my phone”.
Too late. If I’m banned from all Sam Smiths pubs, it’s OK, they’ll never be a new one in the GBG.
Fearing Sir Humphrey would suddenly appear, I headed for home. Well, the Budget Ibis.
I almost (for the sixth time)stopped in the Lyceum Tavern, harbouring a strange desire for a Welsh whisky. Does such a thing even exist ?
Next time, Lyceum Tavern, next time.