My first memory of Nuneaton was a trip to the Crown, an old
bricked pub nestled between the station and the beginning of the shopping
district. Next door was a smaller pub which we took shelter in with a swift half
while we waited for the Crown to open to use their function room. The beers
were excellent and unfortunately I didn’t have time to explore the rest of the
town. This year, with the meeting elsewhere; I had to ask why we were all
crammed into a tiny pub and were not allowed access to the function room.
Rumours abounded from a planned beer festival that never materialised to a
falling out with the local CAMRA branch. The inside of the pub was still as
modern as I could remember, and the Chocolate Penny, although excellent, was
very weak for a porter and would have been better off produced as a mild.
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