When someone who looks like Charles Bronson (the criminal, not the actor) walks over and grabs your pint it would normally be a matter for concern. But not so in the Rowbarge. The bloke was the landlord and he was whisking away our pints because he'd spotted that they were slightly cloudy. Clutching our beers, he immediately offered us a pint of any of his other beers as a replacement.
As it happens despite the haze we'd decided we were happy with the beer as it tasted fine. So we said we'd stick with them, and very nice they were too.
We'd been out for a Sunday stroll and decided to tick off the Rowbarge on the way home. It's a large pub in a riverside setting which would be really nice, if not for the A3 being just on the other side of the river. We couldn't stay for long as we had pork to roast but I dare say we'll return. A pub with a landlord that takes that much pride in his beer is definitely worth visiting again.
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