OK, cobs not baps.
On with the Derby Bass hunt. As many will tell you, much that is good about the British pub lies outside the Good Beer Guide.
I headed towards the Five Lamps, but then remembered this little gem.
I’m not sure the Woodlark has been in the GBG, a bloke in a micro suggested it to me, but Rev James and Bass aren’t enough for Guide entry these days.
Either that, or the wonky Bass pump clip counts against it.
It’s a wonky sort of pub, I guess.
The jukebox is, anyway, Some metalcore gives way to “Knowing Me, Knowing You” and then some vintage crooning. No-one seems entirely happy with the choices.
Apart from me. Bass £3.30, drier than at the Old Bell and consequently a bit better (3.5), and a freshly prepared cheese and onion roll for a couple of quid. I am the happiest man alive.
Lacings never lie.
John returns his Dancing Duck glass to the bar.
“‘nother one John ?“
“No“
A man must know his limits, just as I do. I follow John out.
“See ya duck”.
retiredmartin 
If a good pint and a nice cheese & onion cob in a good pub doesn’t make you the happiest man alive, you need your head read.
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Indeed, Bill, and there also has to be something on the jukebox for everyone – but everyone – to hate. It’s a prerequisite.
Talking of which, let’s hope that the right people hate this eh? 😉
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By the way, I have no idea why I named it the Skylark in the title (but not the blog) but then my ornithology never was any good.
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Your bird spotting is better than my knowledge of sport.
And that’s how I intend things to stay.
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Cracking pub that few seem to know about, presumably something to do with being on the wrong side of the ring road. There’s a rule of thumb in that somewhere…
We were directed by the same solidly ‘hmm, you’re not locals!’ Landlady to the rear carpeted section as we were two-dogs up at this stage, carpets being more absorbent presumably. We made the mistake of drinking something pale, hoppy, very nice, but not Bass. I will visit this pub anytime I find myself in Derby.
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Cracking two pints of Bass in there just this afternoon.
Dodging the showers with their parasols
Walked back in from the rear patio. Erm, can I get through lads? Twelve good blokes had encircled the lounge for a chat which I had to move a stool to get through.
Brilliant.
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That’s great to hear. Possibly my favourite Derby pub (and I’ll be passing there later tonight…)
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There again today. Still brilliant.
Is visiting a GBG a second time for no reason a misdemeanour?
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It makes perfect sense to me, otherwise I’d never be back in the Sun up your way !
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