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December 2023. Grimsby.

Dock Beers doesn’t really feel looks like it belongs in Grimsby, but there it is, tucked away top right, just over the bridge above the Tesco extra.

I guess it’s the Grimsby equivalent of Heist or St Mars of the Desert Tap in industrial Sheffield.

I’d been before, but wasn’t sure I’d done it justice, and in the absence of my haddock and chips in Barge I thought I’d better eat (too late, too late). Mockingbird , that yellow hut above, took my order for clucking chicken tenders and fries,

and gave me one of those red buzzers that buzz alarmingly/excitingly in your pocket when you’re summoned outside in the cold to collect your tray.

I knew this was the sort of place Blackpool Jane lives for, and of course she was here in May probably drinking through the card.

The toffee porter on cask was superb, cool and (as Jane would say) chewy, the chips and dips better than the “tenders”.

Bit of a 6 Music soundtrack, but I can just about live with “Alright”.

Amazed I got a table, the place was packed on a damp Wednesday between Christmas and New Year, folk of all ages too. Couldn’t fault the place, and they even had beer from Waterbeach.

Last time here I tried to get a Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Fish, couldn’t get served, and walked out.

This time, I could and, decanted into the cask pint glass, it was superb.

Clucking good, in fact.