23/10/17 - Bull Baiters Inn, Worcester

Time flies... it's almost a year to the day when I last visited St Johns area of Worcester to get a pub tick.

So, what has the Bible done to the area in its latest release?

Well, it's taken out two traditional pubs and replaced with a promisingly named Inn.  Farewell to The Bell and The Bush, Hello to the Bull Baiters Inn.

Except it's not an Inn.  It's housed in a former patisserie.  It can only be a micro pub.  The Halloween Horror.

Mistimed the Neon.  It doesn't always recommend "Soft Drinks"

Enter through the shop door into a single room.  There's no nooks and crannies to hide the punters.  To make matters worse, the electricity meter must be spinning off its axis, powering a lighting system that could probably be seen from space.

There's no escaping the glare from the four other patrons or the Shop Keep (Is Landlord the correct term in a Micro?), who looks out from behind his bar, king of all surveyed.  I am chillingly reminded of my old English Literature teacher.

It couldn't have helped that I had popped in from evening Geocaching.  What is a rambler doing trying to take photos when no-one is looking?

Close Encounters of the Micro Pub Kind

Beerwise, I will always remember this place for my first Three Tuns Stout.  Big fan of their beers but never seen this one before.  And I have been to Bishops Castle.  Other choices included a few hand written labelled ales and a barricade of Cider Boxes.

Decor wise - read the Bible.  Furniture fashioned from hop sacks and yes, I could have partaken in a game of "Ring the Bull".

The Sport of Kings.