After a trio of Whitwick boozers I stayed with the best postcode in Britain for pubs (as voted for by readers of this blog) I moved marginally south to the epicentre of LE67: Coalville.
Martin quite rightly requested a few more maps so, purely for his benefit, here’s one depicting the pubs I’ve notched off in this gritty former mining town.
He’s also requested more Tiffany pics so, in terms of fairness, here’s one.
Urban beauty is definitely the best way to describe Coalville and the amount of empty units in the Belvoir shopping precinct suggests more Micropub opportunities are on the horizon!
(I bet Duncan’s been here…)
Seven of the eight possibles have been ticked off and if I carry on visiting this little corner of North West Leicestershire, then by the end of 2019, I should be able to shade this region pink/green/orange (delete as appropriate).
There is a real mix of styles in there but the one constant is that they are wet led and if you’re worried about robust industrial language, give them a miss.
The Stamford and Warrington, The Monkey Walk, Snibstone New Inn, Bitter & Twisted, Victoria Bikers Pub and West End Bar have all had their fair share of ‘pub characters.’
I’ve got to say though 374 – The Engineers Arms LE67 3PD was definitely the most edgy of all the Coalville boozers I’ve been in. At around 5.30 on a Thursday there was a good post work crowd in the main area of the bar in various states of attire with plenty of Kwikfit style uniforms on display.
It’s the pub at the bottom left of the map next to the Monkey Walk, which is a classic ‘spoons local.
This is the sort of place that Martin reckons the local CAMRA branch would either send in the youngest member – or Stafford Paul – depending on who got to the bar first, to confirm there is no real ale then hot foot it out.
Of course, I could have been mistaken and there may have been some cask hidden away but the lure of Best (Wm Youngers) on Keg for only £1.80 a pint (yes, that’s right) was too big a draw.
I haven’t seen this beer for years (if ever in fact) but a quick bit of subsequent research shows it is now brewed in Wolverhampton like 95% of the UK market other Marston’s beers, so it may be making a comeback .
Anyway I didn’t fancy loitering too long at the bar as a girl’s volume, choice of language and noise levels were all rising at a decent rate as the pub banter was kicking in to large effect and she appeared to be getting the brunt of it.
A Pool table and dart board show that this place is definitely a local boozer in the town centre and it was one of the youngest crowds I’ve seen in a bar for a while, which is a good thing.
It was lively with lots of laughter but it wasn’t a bar to be taking too many pictures of punters in.
However, just up on the split level were an older couple in their fifties I reckon tucked away drinking their pints of craft Kronenbourg and watching the best of Celtic and Rangers brawls games on Sky Sports on the big screen.
Another screen was offering cut price bottled Tuborg at the bar before switching to sex on the beach and woo woo cocktails… I reckon this place gets even livelier as the evening progresses, if that’s feasible.
(a bit of advertising for the late Alan Winfield’s favourite drink)
It knows its market and is up against one of Timbo’s boozers that avoided the recent cull (Monkey Walk) directly opposite so, £1.80 for a pint, is a good move.
The barmaid was friendly and no one in the pub gave me any hassle at all whilst I was there and there was a quieter area but I didn’t get the impression I would be joining in with anyone’s conversation any time soon.
‘A town centre boozer in prime position to capture the younger market selling keenly priced beer to a lively local crowd,’ is how an estate agent might describe this place.
In the spirit of #ThrowbackThursday it was eighties prices and seventies beer (which was actually cold and very drinkable) with banter to keep you on your toes and wall to wall live sport is another description. Take your pick