Near the big pointy thing, there’s a market where one can buy all sorts. Thirsty work as that undoubtedly is, The Market Porter is a saving grace.
But location is all it’s got. The exterior has such promise, but the inside has befallen the same fate as all too many old pubs- a refurbishment that basically strips the character right out. Monotone painted walls and cheap furniture replace eclectic collections of souvenirs and tat proudly amassed by the owners and thick, worn tables that have supported countless pints and heard just as many conversations.
If the sign (below) is to be believed, the pub opens exceptionally early to cater for the morning market workers, which is a nice touch. Perhaps that is why it is so renowned.
One of the few personal decorative touches is the extensive collection of pump labels from previous guest brews. But these hide just a small part of the bland red paint throughout.
Whilst the labels are indicative of a high turnaround of guest ales, this is true of many great, characterful, places in the UK.
Looks better on the outside. Recently refurbished (read: ruined).
There seems to be a decent rotation, but not a wide range at any one time. One for the regulars.
There is nothing remarkable, but if you are in the area, it’s probably worth popping in to cast your own opinion.