At a loose end on a Sunday I decided to jump on a train to St Denys station, a little to the north east of central Southampton. First stop was The Dolphin, right on the stations doorstep, the banner on the pub proclaimed, “Under New Management”, not knowing whether this was a good thing ,or bad, I proceeded anyway to find the landlady/manageress just opening up at 12.15, she had no idea the clocks had just gone forward the previous night, but no harm done I was the first punter. I must now admit a school boy error, I totally forgot to take some photos, nevermind I shall paint a picture with words. Its a reasonably large pub with wooden clad walls and flooring,sensible height seating was dotted around the room, on the bar were no less than eight handpumps, seven in operation, the beer selection was a little pedestrian, Its Enterprise owned, and suffers as such, but they are allowed a guest beer free of tie, this was Exile Whakatu, what ever that means, It was good, but time to move on.
I decided to walk to the furthest bit of my mini crawl first and work my way back. This brought me to The London Road Brew House.
Not a particularly remarkable building from the outside, but spacious and modern inside. As the name suggests, they brew their own beer on site and the brew kit can be seen through a glass partition to the side of the bar, three of their own beers were available along with three others of fairly local origin. I liked it here better than I had expected to.
Next up was what I would call a proper pub. The Cricketers Arms.
Traditional inside, a U shaped single room wrapped around a central bar,it offered five varied ales along with one Cider. A very comfortable pub and it was here my hunger got the better of me.
From the traditional, on to the not so, BrewDog. Interesting beer,pub and toilets.
Elvis Juice Rules O.K.
The penultimate pub was The Guide Dog, well known for its real ale.
My beer of choice , Stonehenge Sign Of Spring, maybe gimmicky, but it is actually good beer and tastes nothing like it looks.
Finally up the hill to The Book Shop Ale House, a micro pub with some very good and interesting beer, as my pint of Elusive Sunset Rider proved. You can also buy books here as well should you so wish.
So an end to a good afternoon out, except for one thing, due to train connections I had to spend the best part of an hour in Basingstoke on the way home, but thats another story.