You'd be forgiven for thinking that Cubley Hall was one of those stuck-up hotels which look down their ritzy noses at beer drinkers. It's a lovely building set in its own grounds. The restaurant serves, I believe, excellent food and there are 12 sumptuously furnished guest bedrooms. But there is a warm welcome for those who want nothing more than a pint of good beer, and the best bit of the Hall - the panelled rooms and plastered ceilings - are reserved for beer drinkers and those who want bar snacks rather than for the rosé and ratatouille brigade.
Being introduced to the delights of Cubley Hall by my friend Tim, we both had a pint of Black Sheep which was well-kept, fresh and refreshing. Not having to drive, Tim was able to go on to sample the Tetley Imperial and he told me that it had a stronger taste with plenty of hops. It is easy to imagine spending an entire evening within these fine old walls, tasting the beers and watching the fine ceiling turn to layers of iceing sugar.
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