By
Rob
T’was
the night before Christmas,
and
we were all in the pub.
No,
this isn’t the beginning of yet another spin on the classic rhyme
(we
did that already!). It was actually Christmas Eve and we were
very much in the pub.
The pub in question was The Royal, in Woodhouse. We’d met up with a group of old school
friends and, as always, seized an opportunity to infuse the evening
with some Pubquest magic. We were all alumni of the late, great City
School: a peerless educational establishment with leaking, creaking
buildings, bottle green uniforms and terrible Ofsted reports.
Although no longer in existence, it had once been the pride of
Woodhouse – and so it was to Woodhouse we returned.[1]
I
really liked The Royal. It wasn’t anything special, but it was
traditional, warm, and friendly. Carpets and classic pub
seating, no pointless and enormous empty space, and no stripped-back
wooden floors – it was the perfect setting for Christmas Eve
drinks.
Some
of the locals had clearly been hitting the sauce. We had several
exchanges with an extremely friendly old bloke who recurrently
appeared throughout our stay, the details of which are lost to us on
account of his dialect having been rendered unintelligible by a
certain brewery in Tadcaster.
The
beer range wasn’t amazing, but there were a couple of guest ales
on. We each ordered a pint of Rocking Rudolph, a rather pleasant
malty and fruity festive beer from Hardys & Hansons.
The
reminiscing got underway, as did the drinking, and we polished off
several more pints before departing on to the next place. Getting
steadily wrecked on Christmas Eve might not sound very festive, but
then consider that Father Christmas himself gets loaded on sherry and
proceeds to drive all night.
Pub:
The Royal (10 Market Square, S13 7JX)
Rating:
7/10
Pint:
Rocking Rudolph
Brewery:
Hardys & Hansons (Kimberly, Nottinghamshire) (no longer trading)
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