That’s
right folks, we enjoy shirking our responsibilities so much that
we’ve offloaded yet another blog onto one of our guests. Sit back
and enjoy an insightful post, from a young woman whose work has been
called ‘satisfactory’ by teachers and peers alike. Returning
after her triumphant debut, I hand you over to the incomparable
Reanna.
***
By
Reanna
After
the roaring success that was my first guest blog, it is no surprise to anyone that the boys have
begged
me to return. I consider myself quite the philanthropist, and so I
quickly agreed…
…The
evening was a cold one. Andrew and Robert had somehow convinced a few
of us to accompany them on this branch of their Pubquest journey and
so, with coats buttoned and scarves tied, our group left the warm
confines of the Psalter and hurried along to The Stags Head. The walk was a pleasant one,
for Christmas was almost upon us and our journey was illuminated by
LED lights shining from every window.
Upon
our arrival I was pleased to see that The Stags Head, which is
part of the Thornbridge Brewery chain, had all the charm and
character of a traditional country pub. The walls were adorned with
dark wood panelling and several pictures, while antlers and such had
been hung up around the room. It is not a large pub, with one main
room that stretches around a classic wooden bar. To the side of this
room is a conservatory-like extension with table seating. The place
was fairly busy, although the crowd seemed to be made up mostly of
regulars, who all stared at us upon arrival, as though we had just
broken into their home.
We
ordered our drinks and, although the service was a little slow (due
to there being only one barman on), it was friendly enough and the
range of drinks was perfectly acceptable. Robert and Andrew got
themselves a pint of Myrissty, which is described by Thornbridge
Brewery as a winter ale, and I (for this was before my pallet would
be mature enough to appreciate the fine flavours of real ale) bought
a bottle of fruit cider. Our drinks in hand, we secluded ourselves in
the corner of the conservatory, at a table far away from the
death-glares that were inevitable when a group of youths enter a pub
frequented by old men.
As
I learnt on my first exposé,
I am not entitled to award any of the pubs a rating. No, instead I
must do all the work of writing their blog for them, only for the
boys to then swoop in at the end with their ‘official Pubquest
score’. So all I will say is that, overall, The Stags Head is a
charming, traditional pub: full of character with a good selection of
drinks at a slightly higher-than-average price. Its location is
pleasant, nestled between Broomhill and Sharrowvale. The atmosphere,
while slightly unwelcoming on that night, was lively enough. Any
further evaluations, I shall leave to Andrew and Robert…
***
The
wise old seers of Pubquest have sat in council and have passed
judgement. Let it be known that from henceforth, the Stag shall carry
a rating of seven and a half.
And
praise be to Reanna for taking less than 36 moons to pen this blog.
Pub:
The Stags Head (15 Psalter Lane, S11 8YN)
Rating:
7.5/10
Pint:
Myrissty
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