By
Andy
Once again Rob’s laziness strikes, and the blog has fallen behind schedule. This from a guy who spends his spare time dropping out of university courses, yet can’t even rouse himself to pen the blog which he alone chose to undertake.
Having
ran out of grandparents to kill off (his go-to excuse whenever his
motivation runs dry), he has opted to shame me into contributing – a
fairer division of labour will inspire him to blog once more, he
claims.
And
let’s not kid ourselves, the story of Pubquest needs telling.
So
it is that you, our loyal readers (ha) will be blessed with two
narrators.
Hence
why I find myself dredging the depths of my memory in order to
produce a review of a pub that I attended once, for one pint, over
six months ago. Like a university essay the night before deadline
day, this will require coffee, Haribo, and ample quotations from
Wikipedia.
The
aptly-named Punch Bowl was to be our next visit, the first in a run
of Gleadless pubs we had lined up for the day.
Although
the pub once had a reputation for being a bit of a rough’un, it had
clearly undergone somewhat of a transformation and had a friendlier
feel than expected. However, our worst fears were confirmed when we
were greeted by the same predictable pints which plague our Pubquest
nightmares. After a deep discussion, we opted to go for John Smith’s
Extra Smooth, “the best-selling bitter in the UK.”[1]
When John Smith’s is the most exotic beer on offer, you know the
landlord could do with being a touch more adventurous.
Is
there any point in me reviewing John Smith’s? It was John Smith’s,
the arse-end of beers. On a cold winter’s evening, just before
pay-day, in a pub which has ran out of nigh-on every other available
drink, it may be an option worth turning to – but on a summer’s
afternoon it was all wrong.
Still,
the World Cup was on, and the pub was showing the football, so it was
an enjoyable visit. Australia vs Holland accompanied our pint –
with hindsight, Foster's or Heineken would have been more
appropriate.
Halfway
through our drink, the pub’s noise level, which until this point
consisted of a low murmur, was suddenly cranked up to a slightly
higher-pitched murmur – Tim Cahill had just scored the goal which
would go on to be voted the 4th-best goal of 2014 by
anyone, anywhere. You know the one, “an unstoppable left-foot
volley off the underside of the bar.”[2] One man pointed
at the TV screen. Another raised his eyebrows in appreciation. Rob,
whose sole football-viewing experience consisted of a Sheffield
United v Colchester United League One match, probably said something
along the lines of “that’s nothing compared to what Chris Porter
can produce.”
At half time, I made us down our drinks, so that we could get to the
next pub for the second half.
Rather
predictably, the next pub wasn’t showing the match.
Rating:
4.5/10
Brewery: John Smith's Brewery
(Tadcaster, North Yorkshire)
NEXT UP: A trip to Rob's local, at The New Inn...
NEXT UP: A trip to Rob's local, at The New Inn...
References:
[1]
Wikipedia – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Smith%27s_Brewery
accessed March 2015
[2]
Wikipedia –
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2014_FIFA_World_Cup_Group_B
accessed March 2015
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