Living in a particularly fertile beer environment (East-Central Bristol), it's easy to overlook the more understated pub options in favour of a taproom or streamlined craft bar when deciding where and what to drink on a weekend afternoon. More often than not, the path of least resistance for myself is a brief stroll to Moor Beer Company and/or Good Chemistry for an hour or so each followed by a half or two at the Barley Mow to finish. These are attractive options for a range of reasons: the beer is of a high standard across all three - no ropey cask offering here - and one can generally get some of whatever it is that one wants. A mix of dispense method, but more importantly a mix of styles, is present at each. So, if you fancy a pale, stout, something 'interesting' like a sour or rye beer, or the increasingly common craft lager, you will stand a pretty good chance of getting it at at least one of these three spots. All in all, then, I suppose a large part of the attraction lies in the fact that these are a known quantity - the beer will be diverse to a large extent and the quality will almost always also be there.
On returning from another taproom trawl, though, a voice begins to sound in my ear in the days that follow. 'What about the pubs?', it asks. What about the pubs, indeed. I know I live near a lot of great pubs and it's not as if I spend no time in them. But, truth be told, I don't actually spend that much time in them. Why is this? I think the above (forgoing the near-guarantee of quality and quantity) has something to do with it. And there's also the batch of nebulous worries that comes with entering a pub as a younger (no longer 'young' outside of relative terms, I'm afraid) individual or couple, especially at a time of week and of the day when the pub is firmly the territory of The Regulars. There is an ongoing debate in the beer community regarding inclusivity, but I (white middle-class male) don't think what I'm noting here is on the same scale as the more apparently systemic exclusion suffered by other groups. Instead, it's just that prickly feeling that one gets when entering what seems to have been marked out as someone else's space. You're not actually told to leave, but you're also not made to feel as if you should stay.
In any event, this weekend I decided to right this recent wrong and embark on a mini crawl around the pubs of my neighbourhood of Redcliffe/Old Market in Bristol and hit a few old favourites and one new venue (to me at least). We started at The King's Head, a very old, very famous CAMRA staple. The pub has a remarkable interior resembling a train carriage. When we arrived, about 4pm on a Saturday, although there were a few people sat outside (bravely given the chill) the interior was completely dead and, as a consequence, we had our pick of seats in the carriage seating area. On the beer front, there are always three cask beers on - often HPA from Wye Valley, Harvey's Sussex Best, and a guest that is currently Fuller's London Pride. My drinking partner and I both plumped for a pint of HPA. I am a fan of HPA, especially the way it hits that perfect note of sessionability and bitterness that lifts it above a lot of the pale 4%ish stuff one finds in pubs lacking drinkers of the more adventurous disposition. Unfortunately, our pints weren't too good. The beer wasn't quite off, but it probably shouldn't have been served. A cloying sweetness that was on the cusp of a terrible balsamic turn rendered it undrinkable once this had overtaken whatever was left of the grassier, fresher flavours.
Photo source: Time Out
Onwards and upwards, we hoped. We had a look in at The Seven Stars, which promised a wide range of cask beers, but upon hearing the piercing sound of an acoustic U2 cover piped through an ailing PA system, promptly about-turned and headed instead to The Cornubia. The Cornubia feels like a set for some wartime drama - Union Jacks everywhere you look - and has an array of handpumps adorning the bar. We opted for a Small Beer by Sentinel Brewing Co. (of Sheffield, we found out) and it was excellent. Although a very low ABV, it managed hold a lot of richness and body and, compared to our pint of HPA, was borderline revelatory.
From The Cornubia we made the short walk to The Bridge Inn, maybe my favourite pub in the area. 4 handpumps are a mainstay plus a mix of keg, some of it interesting, some of it not. The Bridge always has Dark Star's Hophead on and yesterday had the intriguing Dark Star Table Beer next to it. Dark Star, now of the Fuller's stable of course, are consistently good in my book, and the Table Beer was no exception. Clocking in at a mere 3.1%, this pale but murky beer had a decent thickness to it and bags of hop flavour (from Cascade, Citra, and Chinook according to the website). If this was on at all after-work beer sessions, I can't imagine I would drink much else. I'm glad to see Dark Star experimenting in this area and I really hope this gets a wider distribution.
Table Beers duly inhaled, we moved on to our final stop, The Old Market Tavern. This was my first proper visit to a pub that is only a few minutes walk from my abode. Why I've avoided it I'm not sure. True, it doesn't look like a great pub, but it equally looks just fine and the Wadworth tag on the pub sign instills some level of confidence. Entering, it's a totally different clientele to the other pubs - younger, fewer men, less beer being drunk. There are three handpumps - Rev James and two beers from Twisted Oak, one of which (Fallen Tree), we get two pints of from a surly barman. It's a session bitter, but thankfully not as dull or twiggy as the name of both the beer and brewery hint at. In fact, it's in decent condition and quite fruity in the mouth. The crowd does wear on us after a while (confirming our suspicions that we really cannot count ourselves among the young anymore), but I would consider a return visit, maybe on a weeknight.
So, whither the weekend afternoon taproom crawl? It's probably not completely off the cards - we still had one dodgy pint and had some unexpected music at another pub - but it does confirm my suspicion that taprooms aren't the only place where the action is at in this part of town.
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