Sunday, 1 April 2012
The Adelphi, Fylde Street, Preston
For a few fleeting weeks after I moved to Preston, evenings spent in The Adelphi were a comforting reminder of my lazy, hazy student days.
But, in spite of myself, I came to the forced realisation I was no longer a student and regardless of how many pound coins I shoved in the pool table, those day were gone.
After reluctantly removing my student-beer goggles for the final time, I looked at the place objectively and realised there was not too much there for me.
Aside from the students merrily sinking pints without worrying about getting up the following morning (which suddenly became irritating) there was no real ale and the place seemed to be decorated to resemble some sort of garish play pen.
So grumpily I drained my pint of cheap keg bitter and stomped off to reassess my place in the world - I had not been back since.
But earlier in the month the pub reopened after a major revamp, so I was keen to find out how the place had changed.
Things began to look up as soon as I walked through the door and spotted four cask ale pumps, each stocked and ready to serve the good stuff.
I was also pleased they toned down the decor a lot and while a partial colour blindness on my part means I am not going to have a punt at the exact colour they chose, it created an atmosphere which said ‘Sit down and relax’, rather than jumping out and shouting ‘Boo - got you haha’.
With excellent beer, better decor and cheap meals, I reckon there’s now plenty there to entice me to stop in for a pint or two without dusting off my outdated student spectacles.