Pubs to Love: The Brunswick, Derby
The Brunswick Inn, affectionately known as the 'Brunny', is a wonderful, cheese wedge shaped building built to serve the railway workers in the nineteenth century. Fell on hard, derelict times before conservation measures in the 1970's brought it back to its former glory. It features several rooms, flagstoned floors, a bijou beer garden... and their own beers. Which is, of course, why I'm here :)
So, how does the Brunny rate? (for a quick reminder of the rating system, see the first Pub to Love blog here)
The RS percentage: today, it's less than ten percent. But, that's no bad thing, as invariably, I'm here to drink their own beer. Indeed, it would be rude not to. Particularly their White Feather.
Noise-o-meter: Apart from Si the barman with his gurning voice, it's ticking over nicely. No music, all the braying businessmen are in the other room playing darts and chucking chilli down their ties. Comfortable.
Niffy? The odd whiff of chilli (ruddy good stuff here); apart from that, it's a clean place, all doors open to give the place a good airing.
Bog off? The sink's still cracked so you can never tell if someone's wet themselves or just left the tap running, but it's OK.
FTL... The Brunny is literally a minute's walk from Derby railway station.
ESP: Has to be there own beers. Even though Trevor Harris, longstanding brewer and landlord, left to cross the city and start another brewery, Graham and James are doing an outstanding job of brewing the old favourites and adding great new brews as well. And Everards, the Brunnies owners, often get their staff and invited guests over to try a hand at brewing.
Overall: Enticing. I'll always want just another White Feather and a chip butty. With cheese and chilli. The butty, that is, not the beer. Although perhaps I could ask Graham to tinker with a recipe or two...
So, how does the Brunny rate? (for a quick reminder of the rating system, see the first Pub to Love blog here)
The RS percentage: today, it's less than ten percent. But, that's no bad thing, as invariably, I'm here to drink their own beer. Indeed, it would be rude not to. Particularly their White Feather.
Noise-o-meter: Apart from Si the barman with his gurning voice, it's ticking over nicely. No music, all the braying businessmen are in the other room playing darts and chucking chilli down their ties. Comfortable.
Niffy? The odd whiff of chilli (ruddy good stuff here); apart from that, it's a clean place, all doors open to give the place a good airing.
Bog off? The sink's still cracked so you can never tell if someone's wet themselves or just left the tap running, but it's OK.
FTL... The Brunny is literally a minute's walk from Derby railway station.
ESP: Has to be there own beers. Even though Trevor Harris, longstanding brewer and landlord, left to cross the city and start another brewery, Graham and James are doing an outstanding job of brewing the old favourites and adding great new brews as well. And Everards, the Brunnies owners, often get their staff and invited guests over to try a hand at brewing.
Overall: Enticing. I'll always want just another White Feather and a chip butty. With cheese and chilli. The butty, that is, not the beer. Although perhaps I could ask Graham to tinker with a recipe or two...
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