Good Beer Guide Ticks - 403 - 405
Basking in the heat of the hottest July day ever recorded, Mrs M books us a weekend away. Weather reports are evaluated and North Wales promises "Wall to Wall Sunshine".
Here's the Albert, the First of three Good Beer Guide Pubs visited in Llandudno.
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You cannot see the Great Orme, tomorrow's walk, for drizzle |
Good job, as you cannot get near the pumps for the bar hangers - who are very protective of their front row seats.
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I tried to put my head between the conversation, but this was met with disapproval |
There was nothing for it, I went to the end of the bar with space and where the serve the kegs.
The man next to me had a lovely looking pint - dark, malty colour with a pefect 1/2 inch of creamy head. I'll ask him what he's on.
How do you back away from John Smiths :-) ?
Instead, I went LocALE for a Conwy brewery Beachcomber. A refreshing Pale Ale that lived up to the Untappd review of "grapefruity notes".
Functional.... and we move over the road to Tapps - a Micropub. I'm having to think which word before pub makes my heart sink the fastest.... Micro or Gastro.
To be fair, when they are done right, micros work well. They either need a lot of variety of interesting Continental Bottles (a la the Beer Emporium, Kidderminster) or good music, played at a comfortable volume masking the hum of refrigerators in silent Micros (sadly lacking in the Bull Baiters, Worcester or Little George, Stroud).
This fell into the good music category and with a healthy representation of clientele, we were hard pressed to differentiate this from a regular pub.
And the Welsh Pride by Conwy Brewery was perfect.
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No external shots of Tapps - Smokers in the Rain |
After a lengthy walk along the prom and a couple of false starts finding restaurants that are both high on Tripadvisor and with Saturday night availability, we find ourselves walking past some horror shows of karaoke pubs, a Wetherspoons that surprisingly isn't in the bible (they usually are, I can only wonder what crime the Palladium has committed), arriving at the night's third tick and easily the best of the lot.
The Snowdon hotel has a lovely open covered terrace at the front, so the gentle noise of conversation filling the night air tempts the ardent pub tickers in.
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But unfortunately makes for a poor photograph |
I would be drummed out the pub tickers society, had I refused a Bass.
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Mrs M's limb, checking in her diet coke into UnTappd. |
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Snowdon in the Rain. |
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