The Thirsty Bear

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”

The Lyndhurst

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”

Reading Beer Festival

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”

The Fox and Hounds

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”

The BrewDog

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”

The Crown (on the Bridge)

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)”