We'd planned a day out at the beach in Nottingham. Yes, I know, and it had been raining for a while. We checked the weather and it said that it would stay cloudy and we figured that would mean that the crowds would stay away for fear of more rain, so that was good. Hitting an early bus, the entire family trekked on down to the centre of Nottingham and had our way with a virtually empty mock beach in the square. then, because we could, we headed up to the castle and made merry with the playpark and the telescopes there. I took my chance and, while Willow had a shufti at the gift shop with children in tow, I chanced to visit two pubs: Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem and The Crafty Crow because it would have been rude not to.
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The first was Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem which I feel honour-bound to point out announces itself as the oldest inn in England. However, the actual evidence for this is rather thin beyond the rather intriguing nature of it being cut into the rocks beneath the castle. I spotted some Dukeries being dropped off and so naturally gravitated to the stout they had on tap: Mining Stout.
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Then I wandered into the rather interesting looking Crafty Crow that was doing its best to not look too suspicious immediately outside the castle gate and just up from the Robin Hood experience. I peered in through the doors to be met with a line of decent looking used bottles that suggested that they knew what they were doing with craft ales. I had popped in before flying to see the Olde Trip but had intended to come back. I wasn't anticipating it being so quick but the stout had left a longing for something... else. They had the lovely Raven Stout from Magpie (see here) on tap but I didn't partake as I was short on time.
Instead I was talked into trying a Big Hug Hibernation, a white IPA at 5.2% ABV, by the friendly barman. Alas! It was out and I got myself a rather sad looking half a third in a glass. However, the barman happily handed it over for free and poured me a third of Beer Money from Tiny Rebel Brew Co. and you can't complain about that. Still, the white IPA did the job of being fruity and clear, a good palate cleanser for the next third and, I hoped, a sign of something more satisfying to come.
In the end, my reviews suggest I was left wanting, which I was. However, not the fault of the establishments I stopped in nor the brews I had there. I think the best of the trip was the Beer Money and I suspect that my lack of fulfillment was simply down to me not reviewing my options enough and not being clear enough on what I wanted from the trip. However, it was a sneaked experience that I sort of talked myself in to just fifteen minutes before doing it so it did the job I wanted it to do: it told me that Nottingham is a fine place to go drinking and gave me two decent pubs from which to make an assault in the future!