Ten taps, one railway arch, and every pint poured twenty metres from the tank it was born in. No core-range worship — half the board changes weekly.
There is no mystique here — you can see the fermenters from your bar stool, and the brewer will probably answer your question mid-shift. Cold, hop-forward, unfined and unfiltered. Cash behind the bar for whoever fixes the glycol chiller.
Meet the brewer — fresh-batch first pour
Taproom
Keg fridge takeover: Track Brewing
All ten taps
Brewery tour & tasting
Book ahead
Vinyl afternoon — bring a record, drink the mild
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The core range and this week's small batch, canned metres from the tank.