It’s hard to describe where the Thirsty Bear is without referring to the past. It used to be the Wynford Arms. You know, next to where the ugly tower block with a face on it used to be. And yes, it used to be a gay bar. Well, now it’s called the Thirsty Bear, it’s next to a building site, and everyone who is a fan of watching sport on TV while drinking beer and eating pizza is equally welcome. Continue reading “The Thirsty Bear”
Update: The Lyndhurst changed hands in July 2019. This review is based on the previous management.
Full disclosure – this review is based on a lunchtime visit to the Lyndhurst. Is that cheating, going at lunchtime? Perhaps, but Mrs. Quaff and I went to sample their reputedly good food, and it was an obvious opportunity to test out their beer credentials too. The Lyndhurst is apparently known locally as the Lyndie, according to a friend who used to live next door. Continue reading “The Lyndhurst”
I’ll be honest – I don’t really feel like writing a review this morning. I feel mainly like going back to bed. And when I consulted my notes today, it looks like I have just written “beer = good” in my festival program and “Strict rules in. Motorways” on my phone, along with two badly taken photos. And nothing else. The first one is true, if not as helpful to writing this review as I might like. I have no idea what the second one means. Not a great start. However, that’s just my irresponsible drinking, and you shouldn’t let that put you off going to the Reading Beer Festival. So how was it this year? Continue reading “Reading Beer Festival”
Just one day to go to the Reading Beer Festival 2018. There are 622 beers listed as of Tuesday, plus 159 ciders, and 126 foreign beers. Even the organisers of the festival don’t come close to trying them all, so how do you decide what to drink? Here’s our top tips Continue reading “Beer Festival Preview”
After a warm sunny Friday, what better way to spend the evening than with a few pints with a friend, so when Mr. Affable messaged to see who was free I was on my way to the Fox & Hounds like a shot. It appears that half of Caversham had the same idea too, because the car park turned beer garden was heaving. Continue reading “The Fox and Hounds”
When we first started doing this, a lot of people came up to me and said “Dr. Quaff, I like that you are reviewing pubs, but you will make sure you also check out the quality of beer at cheese festivals, won’t you?”. Well duh. Obviously. Continue reading “Blue Collar Bar”
BrewDog have managed to cultivate a cult following, with their independent Scottish roots, just slightly humorous beer names, and manufactured outrageous behaviour. But you can forgive them for things like stunt of beer in a dead squirrel because they are dedicated brewers who brew a very good beer. We British hate a success story, and like to root for the underdog (surely one of their beer names), but BrewDog are still on the right side of that divide. Aren’t they? Continue reading “The BrewDog”
What’s the best bank holiday for beer? It’s obviously Good Friday, because you can go out on Thursday evening and not have to get up for work the next day (or the next 3 days if you are lucky). In fact, all bank holidays should be on a Friday. Continue reading “The Oakford Social Club”
On a drab Saturday afternoon, I persuaded my friend Jim in to accompany me for my first proper review outing. When I say he agreed to come for my first review, that’s not entirely true. I actually said to him that we should go to the pub to watch the Boat Race, and when I arrived with a notebook too, he was somewhat puzzled. Even more puzzled when I wouldn’t say anything beyond hello until I had scribbled some notes. Note to self – warn fellow drinkers in advance. Continue reading “The Crown (on the Bridge)”
Update: The Baron Cadogan is no longer a Wetherspoons pub, so this review is no longer accurate.
The Brown Cardigan. How to review a Spoons? It has a dreadful carpet, painfully similar to the one that I had in my living room for 7 years after moving house, because it just seemed in too good condition to throw it out. It is full of little old men nursing a pint, and has been since 11am. It’s devoid of atmosphere for most of the day, and it’s owned by an EU hating loudmouth. The food is OK, but you always wonder how they make it so cheap (incidentally they actually score highly on animal welfare – I looked in to it before libelling them).
But on the flip side, Continue reading “The Baron Cadogan”