Virtual Pub Crawl: East Anglia, 1975

Norfolk Broads by Peter Taylor, from Flickr, under Creative Commons.
Source: Peter Tay­lor, Flickr.

Earlier this week, we posted a gallery of photographs of pubs with tiled frontages, prompting some commenters to leave links to Google Street View pointing out some corkers we’d missed.

That gave us an idea: we’ve dust­ed down our copy of War­ren Knock & Conal Gre­go­ry’s 1975 paper­back pub guide Beers of Britain and retraced part of one of their routes using Google’s map­ping ser­vice. Tap­ping into Boak’s fam­i­ly roots, we’ve decid­ed to go for East Anglia.

See the Street View tour after the jump →

In Other News

Tetley sign, Sheffield.
A Tet­ley sign in Sheffield, just because, OK?

There are a few things going on around the Blogoshire and in the real world that we wanted to highlight.

  • In our last post, we won­dered whether it was time for com­men­ta­tors to take a more assertive stance in ‘call­ing out’ the indus­try. With per­fect tim­ing, The Beer­Cast post­ed this account of a tiff with Arran Brew­ery. It’s cer­tain­ly enter­tain­ing, and exact­ly the kind of chal­lenge we had in mind, but might it not get a bit exhaust­ing to read this kind of thing every week?
  • And, final­ly… you might have noticed the blog has a new design. This new off-the-shelf theme comes with var­i­ous bells and whis­tles includ­ing dis­tinc­tive for­mat­ting for dif­fer­ent types of post, e.g. quo­ta­tions, video, audio, pho­to gal­leries, and so on. We test­ed the water with a quo­ta­tion yes­ter­day. What do you reck­on – should we stick to ‘prop­er’ blog­ging, or mix it up a bit?

Four Beers, Three Write-offs


A while ago, some friends vis­it­ed, bring­ing with them some bot­tle-con­di­tioned beers they’d picked up on hol­i­day in Nor­folk. A cou­ple of weeks ago, we final­ly got round to drink­ing them. Well, we say drink­ing… pour­ing them down the sink is unfor­tu­nate­ly clos­er to the mark for three of the four.

These were exploita­tive, gift-shop, tourist-trap beers. The brew­ers are either over­reach­ing and delu­sion­al or, worse, cyn­ics who know the beer they’re mak­ing is bad but sell it any­way.

One was just about drink­able – an unassertive yeast and some pithy hops made it bland but faint­ly aro­mat­ic – but more by luck than intent, we sus­pect. Anoth­er was an acci­den­tal, gush­ing lam­bic; yet anoth­er smelled like pick­led lemons rot­ting in a drainage ditch and tast­ed like unfer­ment­ed wort; the fourth had the aro­ma of blue cheese and tast­ed like alco­hol-free wheat beer – chewy, grainy water.

So, one bland beer and three that were absolute­ly foul.

We’re annoyed that our friends got ripped off and we’re also annoyed that small, local brew­eries doing it prop­er­ly are going to suf­fer by asso­ci­a­tion with this kind of rub­bish.

Kitchen sink pictured not actual sink down which beers were poured. Not actual size. Cheques will not be honoured. (From Flickr Creative Commons.)