What people say.

Checked the board on my phone on the train, saw the smoked porter was on, walked up Mill Street and it was on. That is the whole trick and nobody else does it. Pews for benches, the tanks behind the glass, a pint under a fiver.

The brewer who made the beer did the tour and told us about the batch she poured away. Malt in your hand, a taste out of the tank, then a flight with her at the table. £25 and you leave with a can. Best Saturday afternoon in the Valleys.

Thirty of us upstairs, our own bar, the pie van below, and the room cost £150 that came off the beer anyway. They did not try to sell us a package; they said what the room was and let us get on with it.

Six rounds, £2 a head that all goes to the food bank, a mixed box for the winners, and a quizmaster who reads the Rhondda Leader round in the voice. Full by seven; be warned.

The pale is my best-selling keg line and the van is on time every Thursday. Four stars because the seasonal list comes out Monday and the good ones are gone by Tuesday lunchtime; they need to brew more of the hazy. Told them; they laughed and agreed.

A mixed twelve chosen by them from one line on the form ("nothing too strong, one dark") and a note on the box saying why each one. Same price as the bar, collected on a Wednesday on the way to the market. The Christmas box is the family present now.