Saturday, 1 December 2018

Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright...

We made the most of the rare confluence of a break in the weather and a day when neither of us had anything we really needed to do that day.

We decided to try a new downland walk and chance to get to the Tiger Inn, in the nearby village of East Dean.

We caught a bus to the far side of the village (Friston Pond for the locals reading this) and then ambled towards the sea and over some of the Seven Sisters.

It was cold and blustery but jolly and bright and as perfect a day to walk in November as you can imagine.  It wasn't a long walk (a little over 3 miles) but the hills made for interest and the livestock were friendly enough.

Thence to the Tiger Inn.

In the past I've been thoroughly disappointed by the pub which was the one-time brewery tap for Beachy Head Brewery (alas, no more) but, on occasion, served rather lacklustre pints of that and Harveys.  As such it didn't make it an enthusiastic destination for us.

But the last couple of times we've been, we've been lucky enough to get something more interesting and, usually, well kept.

So we tipped up just after 3pm, once the lunchtime food service had finished and were delighted to find beers from Franklins, Bedlam and Long Man to choose from.  Those, in addition to the more mundane Harvey's Best and Tribute.  We tried all three and they were all absolutely grand.  Best of the bunch was Frankie's Knuckles by Franklins - quite punchy but well balanced and very tasty.

I think that's three or four visits to the Tiger where the beer has been interesting and on form...so I've no doubt it won't be all that long until we venture back.


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