The Brewhouse, Poole

With the season coming to a close, the Poole Town away match turned into somewhat of a damp squib. Poole had already won the league and were due to crown champions after the match, which meant we had to contend with the world and his dog, gloating that we had more flags than fans, why had we bothered turning up and that the Dolphins (The fucking Dolphins. Really? That is the best you could come up with) were going to batter us.

By half time, we tended to agree with them, to be fair. Anyway, the pub. The Brewhouse is owned by the Milk Street Brewery of Frome, where we had been a few days before and is set in the pedestrianised high street. Outside furniture allows drinkers to watch the world go by and the central bar has barstools and a small television.

A raised area to the rear hosts two pool tables and a digital jukebox leading onto an outside patio. Additional Milk Street beers are usually available, plus a guest ale and cider served directly from the cellar on gravity.

  

We were met by Deano’s uncle, who lives in Poole, for a couple of beers and we stuck to the enjoyable Milk Street beers. The Blonde Ale, a bright golden beer with fruity flavours coming in at 5% was ace and The Same Again, a 3.9% full-bodied session ale.

A note should we go again, after the Dolphins inevitable relegation, that parking is of a premium in Poole town centre, and that the car park on Hill Street is cheap and just behind the high street.