Sixpenny Tap
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Sixpenny Handley


We were heading down to Weymouth so the Sixpenny Tap seemed like the logical place to pick up some supplies.

I arrived just after a group who were there for a tour. As much as I love beer I find brewery tours rather dull… until you get to the end and get to sample the beer. As I waited for the blokes in front of me to score their pre-tour libations I perused the merch cabinet. There was a decent array of stock in there: t-shirts, baseball caps, glasses, earthenware beer mugs and a shopping bag. The shopping bag made me think of Melissa Cole. Well, the shopping bag didn’t but the piece of card sitting on top of it onto which was written the words ‘For the wife’ did. She’d love it. Not.

As with my previous visit I started with a pint of IPA. The barman wasn’t sure if the IPA was on but a quick shout into the back room (probably the brewery itself) revealed that it was. It poured a little flat looking but felt and tasted just fine. We sat outside and soaked in the surroundings. I noticed a few admonishing signs dotted around the place: One stated that credit or bar taps were not available; one said that drinking up time was 20 minutes after last orders; one said takeaway beer was not for consumption on the premises, breaking this rule would lead to you being asked to leave and not return. I hadn’t noticed those signs on my previous visit so I assumed that some ignorant visitors had lead to there creation, which is a shame. When I scooped the last of the IPA I returned to the bar and got a half of Rushmore Gold – pleasant enough in low ABV summer drinking kind of way – and a two pint takeaway of the IPA.

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If you are cruising down (or up) the A354, which runs from Salisbury to Weymouth, and you fancy a pit-stop, a detour into Sixpenny Handley might be just the ticket.

The Sixpenny Tap is the most micro of microbars – there’s not even enough room to swing a key keg. But it is a fully formed pub – there’s a proper bar that houses 4 hand pulls and there’s even a few places for folk to plonk there arse. It’s a quaintly impressive little place.

I ordered a pint of their IPA (5.2%) – it’s the only Sixpenny beer I’d encountered before arriving at their base of operations. It’s not as hop forward as the majority of IPAs are these days but it has a beautifully clean tasting and has a lovely bitterness that lingers and lingers and lingers, but welcomingly so. Although I could’ve squeezed myself onto the indoors bench I decided to go outside. It seemed a bit local inside. Not bad, dodgy, stab you local. Local in the sense that everyone seemed to know each other and a stranger would make them feel uncomfortable bad mouthing that family who have recently moved to the village from a big city. But there’s plenty of covered space outside so even if it’s tipping it down, which it wasn’t, it’s not great disaster having to go outside. When the IPA was dead I returned to the bar and ordered a couple of halves: a Jack – brewed for a local radio station – and a 6d. Both were perfectly palatable but not at the same level as the IPA. The place was certainly doing a brisk trade. Some folk, like myself, were hanging around to sample the wares but even more were popping in to score some takeaway beer. It seems to be a bit of a community asset. I returned my glasses to the bar and bought a couple of pints of IPA to go.