Stalybridge Buffet Bar Beer Festival

What are you doing this weekend?

You possibly have possibility plans. You've possibly discussed the possibility of making possibility plans. You've possibly discussed the possibility of possibly going through with the possible plans, possibly. But have you possibly considered taking in a small beer festival, possibly?

For this weekend sees Stalybridge Buffet Bar (nah, I've definitely never talked about it) hold it's first beer festival. Sure, it's only a small venture with sixteen cask beers, a couple of keg and a variety of bottles, but what were you doing this weekend?

The theme is 1940's and the festival pays a little nod to the U.S. with it's beer selection, whether that be the names, the brewing location or just the choice of hops themselves.

There are obviously a couple of other non-themed treats up the sleeve, including a rather good Manchester based Espresso Stout, but I don't want to give too much away.

There will also be singing, swing dancing and a Yellow Bus American Diner from Road Hog across the weekend.

And, if you come down on the Saturday or Sunday afternoon, you might just get your beer pulled by a very handsome, dynamic and wonderful barman who happens to never have worked behind the pumps before - me!

If you've been looking for that excuse to revisit Stalybridge Buffet Bar, take in the ale Trail or just see that place I always bang on about then look no further. There's a small chance (99% probability) I'll be wearing an apron. See you there.

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