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    Sunday, 15 June 2008

    Fathers Day At The Working Mens Club

    Apart from an orgasmic joint of organic beef, my Father's Day treat was a trip to our local Working Men's Club. WMC's are perhaps not the usual haunt of glamourous beer bloggers such as myself, but when your village club is local CAMRA club of the year, and it serves at least five ever changing real ales, it is perhaps different from your run of the mill pigeon and whippet racing drinking establishment.

    Added to all this is the fact that the club is extremely family friendly, and what better way of celebrating Father's Day than a couple of pints with your daughters? It's not possible at your best boozers to do that.

    It seems to me that clubs could do a lot better with their beer range though, and be far more adventurous like mine is. I'd be interested to know what your local clubs are like; that's if you dare go in them.

    4 comments:

    YCC - Dubbel said...

    The Bromley WMC allows entry to camra members but, although GBG listed, only offers Shepherd Neame Master Brew plus a guest. This has not been enough to persuade me to venture inside and challenge my preconceptions of a dingy old man's community centre.

    The Dartford WMC, on the other hand, is another nationally celebrated club and has held the club of the year title previously. They offer up to 12 ales and up until last year have held a brilliant outdoor beer festival (non-camra affiliated). If I lived a bit closer I would definitely frequent it.

    Stonch said...

    When I was a young'un oop North I visited a few working man's clubs. The last time I did was for a family wake about seven years ago - The Neon Club in Jarrow. No real ale at all, I seem to remember.

    Paul Garrard said...

    There is an absence of WMCs in the East and there is no way I'd set foot in a Con club even if the beer was good. I have to make do with pubs. Life's hard sometimes.

    Boak said...

    I went in one once when I was a student, despite being neither working nor a man. Fosters and keggy John Smith's, I seem to recall.