retiredmartin

April 2024. Bakewell.

On rare occasions I judge it prudent to comply with Mrs RM’s arduous demands, which I think is a line from a play based at Chatsworth House.

I knew she’d want to visit a new pub in this part of the Peak after walking the Chatsworth estate, and I knew the hotels, all called Devonshire xxxx, would all lack life and NBSS 3.5.

“How about a Jaipur at the Thornbridge Tap ?”.

This went down extremely well, and I assume the Tap will make the Guide before I die, though Bakewell lacks a GBG entry at all at present.

Nothing can distract from the fact it’s literally a barn,

but like the best Spoons or Tiny Rebel bar it seems a magnet for local life, packing in groups of lads, gentlefolk and mums and dads.

So, while it’ll never be the George in Youlgrave, I applaud its success,

and won’t complain about the lack of bench seating or Bass mirrors or cobs.

Mrs RM had her Jaipur, I had half a Green Mountain, both served crystal clear at perfect temperatures.

Excellent pizza too, and a “Now that’s what I call 80s” soundtrack of Michael, Stevie, and Billy (“We didn’t start the fire”).

Mrs RM loved it, more than me to be honest, and I increased her Untappd check-ins, and my credit in the bank, by letting her have the 10% Imperial Brown Ale.

Yep, she liked that one.