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”