It’d been too long since my last Top 100 pub; you’ll be starting to think I’ve only got 1,000 of them.
I actually asked the Pub Tickers for a recommendation and picked the one described as “boring on the beer front“. The Ale House looked even better;
But sadly even a lone cask John Smith’s Bitter is too much too ask these days, and I saw no John’s.
So the Black Rock it was, and as good as it had looked at 16:30,
it looked even better an hour later.
A beautiful drinkers pubs, popular with all ages, without fuss or frills. A West Yorkshire speciality. Or used to be.
But what to have ?
The Tetley was listed sixth on the beer board, right at the bottom, and no-one wants the beer at the bottom of the list, do they ?
So I dithered and went for the middle one, just as the Bluebells cranked up “Young at Heart“.
“I’d have gone for the Tets, but it was bottom of the list” I explained to the Guvnor.
He was horrified at my stupidity. “That’s just the order of the handpumps left to right !“. “We’re a Tetley pub !“. “Best Tetley in Wakefield” chipped in a bloke at the bar, before an unresolved debate about Tets not being what it was (25 marks, show workings).
It was all very cheerful, but how stupid did I feel, staring at the Tetley sign above my head while I sank a pint of Ossett Blonde (NBSS 3+). I love Ossett, but it’s not Tetley.
Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Chrissie Hynde sang “Brass In Pocket” and the Black Rock was, like that 1980 No.1, a classic.
And you may have to cross the Pennines to find a Gents this good.
I almost wavered and stayed for that Tetley, but in 2022 a ticker needs to pace himself. Just like BRAPA does.