Company of Weavers
FIRST VISIT: SUNDAY 24 AUGUST 2014
From the outside it look like a modest little Spoons but as soon once you step inside you realise that it goes back a long way. It goes back even further than I dared venture. And it is very probably the finest looking Spoons that I’ve been in – the planners took their theme and really ran with it. These days if you want to be considered a true ‘craft beer bar’ you have to have cool bespoke lighting. The Company of Weavers has bespoke lighting that out cools every ‘craft beer bar’ I’ve encountered.
Sadly, the draught beer line up wasn’t as cool as the bespoke lighting. I settled on a pint of Prescott Summer Season’s Best, which was actually a lot better than I was expecting. When the pint was gone I returned to the bar to order some food and Sixpoint cans. The order initially went smoothly enough but then my server couldn’t find any decaf coffee. She asked the manager if he knew where it was kept. The manager rummaged around in a cupboard. He then went running off to locate some in the store cupboard. The bar was now getting busy but the manager’s mad decaf dash had let just one person manning the bar. A couple of old geezers beside me began moaning about the wait. The manager returned but he had no decaf. My server apologised and said she’d refund the money to my card. But she isn’t allowed to do refunds so she told the manager to refund the money. The manager finished serving the folk he was dealing with then instead of coming to me he merely asked ‘Who’s next?’ ‘Ummm… I’d like my refund.’ The manager looked a little embarrassed as he processed my forgotten refund. And then he looked even more embarrassed when I had to ask him for the refund receipt. When I got to the bar I was served instantly. It took me ten minutes to get away from it. Bloody decaf drinkers! But I was now armed with a can of Bengali Tiger and a can of The Crisp. And it meant I, theoretically, had less time to wait for the arrival of my Pork Roast, which was plentiful and surprisingly tasty.