As ever, pubs can open whenever they like, and I had no excuse for not getting my butler to check their midweek opening times twice, but it was 18:15 when I notice the Doghouse shut at 7pm and legged it. Some micros don’t open TILL 7pm !
I admire the sign outside, otherwise I might have walked past it 3 times like I did in Barry, or more likely tripped over the bucket.
No-one, apart from those folk on #BeerTwitter who like lots of oddly named beers,
could claim the average micro is photogenic.
The Guvnor is great, explaining the 12:00-19:00 opening hours (later at weekends) in an entertaining and possibly libellous way.
His beer, a flat one from Jurassic, was very good too. “Crisp golden ale, hints of apricot” says the tasting notes on the beer board. Enough of that, already.
The locals were having a great time comparing tales from the day. No Untppd updating here, oh no.
“I went in for a skirt and came out with a jumper“. We’ve all been there, sometimes the other way round.
I left in search of my second tick, ALMOST tempted in by the William Henry, one of the great scruffy Spoons, but distracted by a statue.
Perhaps the best statue of a unicorn anywhere in England.
Unless you know better.