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The first thing to note was that it was very busy indeed! This meant that there were nae tables in the usually fairly obliging two back rooms (I'm always too late to bag a table in the front room near the bar). This was not so much a bad thing given the delectable associations at the bar and so it was straight there to get the first half in and to find a place to perch in the middle room where I could hear the music properly and be comfortable leaning up against the wall.

After gaining my second half at the bar I retired to a chance table in the back room. This is the first time I'd been back there and I was most impressed. This has been well done up and has all the kind of fixtures and fittings that make someone like me feel at home, from the faux sixties pictures of the pub on the wall to the hanging railway lamps, it all made a delightful little cubby-hole style seating area. I liked it a lot, as you can probably tell, and I shall be coming back here more often!
Second, and regrettably last, of the evening was Gorlovka, an Imperial Stout from Acorn Brewery at a mighty 6% ABV. I mean, it was a stout and it was pretty heavy, I could hardly pass it up on a night out and not when I make a point of having the heavy dark ale when it is offered! I sat down with my half of scratchings to go with it (these are a speciality of the Burnt Pig as I believe they have a deal with the maker or something) and got to work. A biscuit head sits on top of the deep dark colour that allows for a vague smoky sensation tickling the nose-hairs as I sniffed it but remains mainly malt and full of mystery. Tasting reveals an unsurprising thick and creamy taste that has a strong milky texture, almost like chocolate milk but without the chocolate, the consistency is good and filling, strong and puts me in mind of oatmeal in some way. It's a subtle velvet with a hint of coffee from the bittering and brought to mind by the darkness of the brew, but it's just a hint and never dominates. There's no fizz here, no yeast and no spears of flavours other than what you would expect from a strong and deep stout. Soft and uncomplicated with a depth of cream to it like an Irish cream liqueur making it a dessert stout methinks. There's more fire in it once you have a few scratchings but the smoothness remains.
Despite my penchant for stouts and dark ales, and the fact that I went out for Cwtch and found it, I have to say that the winner from the evening was the back room, with its leather sofas and calm atmosphere that just spoke to my need for a space and quiet time to enjoy an ale and some pork scratchings. Make of that what you will.
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