I like beer. I like beer a lot. In fact, it’s no coincidence that I’ve ended up in a part of the world famous for producing hops. I’ve yet to embark on a full scientific study of local beers, although I am enthusiastically gathering data.
Our move to a county that produces some of the world’s finest ales, has coincided with the arrival of my baby daughter, and there’s nothing that reduces the amount of time available for a really forensic exploration of local hostelries as much as a baby.
- The hard left is something to be truly scared of
- Blue badge holders urged to sign up free parking at camera controlled car parks
That being said, she did start to pay her way on father’s day when I was rewarded with a free pint at the Coach & Horses in Harbledown. Just one though, and I don’t really count that as her buying a round. Freeloader.
Before you start to feel too sorry for me, I have managed to get out from time to time and I’m slowly building a bit of local knowledge. The Thomas Becket in town is already a family favourite on shopping trips, and I’ve even been allowed to sneak out and watch the football in the Bishop’s Finger. The last time was a World Cup game…but small victories, eh?
I would genuinely like some recommendations, I’m sure everyone has their favourite, and it is my cast iron guarantee that I will try to have a pint in every pub mentioned in the comments before the end of 2019. Or given the potential popularity of this column, I may be able to knock them off on a quiet Saturday afternoon.
One place we have “discovered” is the relatively new Pegasus gin palace in St. Dunstan’s. Now I can imagine the eyes rolling at the DFL liking this, but it really is a lovely little place.
I’d walked past it many times and it always seemed very inviting, with its eclectic, homely décor and intriguingly large list of gins. On a recent all to rare date night, we ventured in, hoping to stave off sleep deprivation with some hard liquor. I was delighted to find that they also have a long list of craft beers, so I was able to tick two boxes in one visit.
The staff are genuinely friendly and knowledgeable, recommending gins and even the tonic to pair them with. Mostly, though, it achieves that rare ambience of being in a cosy living room that so many places strive for but never quite achieve.
It seems gin is the thing at the moment, replacing whisky as the spirit of the fashionable drunkard. I’m fairly unimpressed by most of the flavoured offerings, but there’s also some good, solid, no nonsense offerings here.
Sometimes of course, I miss London, and when that happens I know I can go to The Falstaff. Once those glass doors close I could be anywhere in central London, especially when the bill arrives.