Holed up in the Fort
The lights are off in the Foodies South West underground lair. A rare night out led me to what often seems to be Plymouth’s only real ale pub.
The Fortescue on Mutley Plain isn’t a spit and sawdust type of place, nor is it a polished swanky nightspot. What it is is a ‘pub’. Plain and simple. It has been one, according to a sign on the roof, since 1895.
Camra’s Pub of the Year in Plymouth (tbf not a lot of competition) it has eight real ales on tap all the time and it changes them frequently. It also does a few ciders, which are the cause of my current morning fug. I can’t remember what it was called but it was orange (!) and was recommended to be drunk with a slice of lemon, for reasons that weren’t clear then and aren’t clear now.
It was very pleasing, for me, to see a pub selling all that real ale to be heaving on a Saturday night. Long may it continue.
Now, back to sleep.