I’m not sure when it’s going to get its Brewdog, but new openings and crafty upgrades continue apace in Cambridge. Meanwhile, Huntingdonshire makes do with a belated succession of Wetherspoons, which is clearly what people there want.
The county town got its Spoons at the end of July. Ten years ago this would have been a big event for local beer fans, but those days are long gone. I still feel very sad about the permanent closure of the fire-damaged Tivoli in Cambridge though.
To get match-fit for Spoons I walked from the station across Mill Common, England’s oldest and dullest.
Little Godmanchester is one of the prettiest local towns; half-timbered old pubs, boat trips on the Ouse, lily ponds and blokes in singlets.
Nothing great pub-wise for a decade there though, although the Royal Oak (hidden behind the ice cream van above) is a rare no-food boozer, even if the booze is Doom Bar.
I liked the duck. Don’t see enough of them in pubs.
I wasn’t blown away by the Sandford House, but it was packed at 3pm on Monday, so well done Spoons. The forthcoming hotel will be a boon for the town too.
90% of folk were eating, which will please Tim, with a few straggling drinkers forced onto posing tables by the bar. I’ve had very good beer in Spoons, notably Didsbury’s Gateway the other week.
Two pints of Saffron and Exmoor here would not have convinced the average punter away from Stella, let alone the Shipyard, whatever its provenance (it’s beer). Craft keg from Oakham, Adnams and Thwaites, though no obvious takers for any of that weird stuff.
I thought the beer range both a bit old=fashioned (RCH, Brewster, Exmoor) but the condition was the issue. The Saffron was soapy, the first Exmoor fizzy, though replaced after a conflab with management. Both were an ideal temperature, which proves that being cool is insufficient.
I popped in to the Falcon on the way back; it was full of ae drinkers who I can’t see heading over the ring-road to Spoons, particularly at the Falcon’s happy hour prices.