Back then we’d duck our heads in, order a middie of Flag Ale and triple the drinking population with our presence before moving on to our next destination, The Excelsior. These days, while not much different from the outside, the KB is now the ‘Keg & Brew’ and inside you’ll find a treasury of craft beer.
The place was as full as a tick on my visit with a myriad of fine crafties available on tap and the pump. It warms the cockles of my heart to see such a pub revamped with care and thriving – a much better outcome than some other old pubs have had to endure. Shut down, the licence bought by the Hemmes empire and transferred to a souless, faux Italianate sh1thole where you queue for the pleasure of handing over a mortgage payment for a plastic schmiddie of urine.